She woke up from her sleep, coughing.
The mangalsutra seemed
to be a rope around her neck.
Maybe, she was choked by this marriage.
How beautiful the essence of marriage is
and how dreadful the reality.
If you notice closely,
it is just a confinement
in the name of affection
and burden
in the veil of duty.
The various jokes people make on marriage
are chuckled upon and forgotten
but also agreed to as being real.
Here, duties are bestowed
and quietly agreed upon
as a part of tradition,
without any opinion
or any kind of suffrage.
The man and woman
or simply, both the parties,
who make a couple,
if left alone
by unnecessary opinions
of relatives and society,
can live together happily
but unfortunately,
this intrusion
has been accepted as normality
which makes it impossible
to change this reality.