illusional reality

Once a firm believer in the practice of made marriages, I accidentally stumbled upon Gita Hariharan's "The Thousand faces of the night " and Jaishree Misra's "Ancient Promises" in the college library and life has never been the same.. It's not a very practical thing to take everything a book claims and live in the unreal world of romance fiction.True. Both the novels show you the cons of marrying and living with a man you scarcely know.Of course, I'm not biased against similar experiences men undergo, but being a woman ,myself, I can identify with the angst of the protagonists' search for..fulfillment, through freedom , as in Devi's story or through love, as in Misra's novel. I used to think ,and still do ,that when parents take our lives into their hands and decide who we spend the rest of our lives with ,they're doing it with open eyes.But things could either be all rosy or all ugly after that first step. The question is," How

treading all the miles to a lone haven atop a sparkling blue mountain all smiles on the journey. The beginning is always lovely. The rugged way delights snakes chasing all the way thorns and fake charms rain dancing on a weak terrain. Here a lie or two there a tent ,a lake two fistfuls of red sand and a bowl of stale soup. sweating and cursing to reach the summit of all dreams reaching only to find dry remains of a young hut shells and not the truth is what you get at the top so beware of all those smiles and the betraying lot.

All that the eyes see.. is not true. The true blue depths of the ocean are a mere illusion ..not reality. Easy hurried steps on the gravel without looking back if i follow A smug look of arrogance knowing that i'll always be around. Oh to aim to shatter the complacence! born out of ignorance and indifference, and see the wall break into tears.. with a small smile of victory.