Amit Goes Blogging

There is a lady working with a renowned company. She is well-educated, soft-spoken, beautiful and married to a polio patient. She never allowed gloom to descend over her life on account of this alliance. Her gorgeous appearance seems to wage a fight against destiny. Through her mute dalliances and make-up that's excessive for work she stands out among the entire staff at the office. A guy saw a connection between the sprightliness of this woman and her disadvantaged husband. Day by day he drew closer to her, and found his way to her desolate bed. What leads to such marriages, is common knowledge. But, how the equation stands after such marriage, is what I was curious about. My friend had answers, which, however, were mixed up in sleaze. The guy enjoys a bash on that bed where the lady lay for years hungering for that touch. She has two kids: a 12 year-old daughter and a 10-year old son. She loves her children as all mothers do, but the mother isn't loved by her husband. Thoug

Blessings are not valued until they are lost. You realise this once you offer the fun and freedom of bachelorhood at the altars of marriage. The pleasure of cohabitation doesn't multiply on receiving a social sanction. Rather, with monogamy as the order of the day, it gets monotonous and obligatory. When the ore of mutual love heats up in the furnace of marriage, it is love that first vaporises into thin air leaving only the scum of regret. Either a hellish lives of compromises or groaning under a broken marriage is the fate of all married couples. And, begetting children only adds to their woes. I am certain of a heaven on the other side of the grave and do not wish to settle on an apology for it in this life. To me, marriage is to bring your weakness home, make her sit next to you and give her away your 'better half'. If my wife dumps all the garbage into the neighbour's compound, I got to support her and fight her case. Our children are the only innocent ones,