Dear Society, For Every Romeo, there Needn't be a Juliet.
A wise man once said, "As you grow older, you become wiser". I do not have any idea how old he was when he uttered these words that have such profound meaning. As I've reached the stage where I am closer to the age of 50, as compared to 0, I am realizing the weightiness of this statement. I am on an apology spree to all those (includes cousins, colleagues, acquaintances, family members) whom I made fun of for getting old. Pulling their legs and asking them to get married, or find a loved one, was amongst my favourite activities. I am sure the seven doors of hell are wide open for me for these actions, and six feet tall bloodhounds are salivating at the thought of my arrival. I wouldn't be surprised if God wishes to punish me and makes me watch Big Boss for aggravating my pain. The concept of a relationship or a marriage has always been fed to us from our childhood. We've been fed so much that we've become obese. Perhaps, it forms the Holy Trinity of human life...