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Love marriages in traditional societies with orthodox beliefs can be compared with examination. In life, you always have more than one option but sometimes one of those options are mandatory to choose. You have limited time to decide and conclude but that time duration becomes the most difficult hours of your life, specially when you know that what you want is not what you'll get. When you are in such a difficult situation, the whole world seems to be an examination hall and every person around you looks like an examiner. In that exam, you are supposed to write your answers according to your teacher's notes. Even if you do not agree with their points and ideas yet you are bound to write the same answer and keep on repenting on your decision whole life. On the day of your result you do not hold any expectation because those answers written there were not your own. They were just a version of someone else's idea. Life seems difficult when some instructions in examination or l...

The effect of heavy doses of caffeine and steam bath for three continuous days to keep me awake was fading away and I was unable to overcome my sleeplessness anymore. Also, there existed a strong headache that didn't let me sleep peacefully. Enduring every bit of a heavy headache I got ready to drive again. Racing against my will, I was driving forcibly towards an unknown destination on a Saturday at midnight as if I wanted to get away from someone or something forever. After about half an hour, I stopped by a medical store and parked my bike near the steps. I could barely look around to see what was happening. With a blurry vision full of drowsiness, I went up to the counter and asked for ibuprofen (an over-the-counter generic medicine for headache). The chemist was a young skinny guy. He was shorter in height, would have been an undergrad student possibly. He was wearing a white apron and seemed to be super busy with a prescription in his hand. He was all alone and searching medi...

  It is a dark summer night, with 86% humidity and low wind speed and I can be sure  with static trees leaves around me that the weather is not so cool. I am sitting in my 2ft x 8ft balcony with a laptop and a black "magic coffee" mug half full with a coffee latte, writing my blog. Last night at this time I was sitting inside a train full of people within a typical Indian railway's chaotic sleeper class coach. Despite so much noise and madness, I was silently gazing steadily and intently outside the window. It was dark and I could only see lights faintly coming from distant villages at the edge of plain fields. I was so lost in my thoughts that those noises were involuntarily getting saved in my subconscious mind. Winds kept refreshing my facial dust while I was pondering on some random thoughts that were coming directly from a fictitious factory inside my cerebrum. I was travelling back from my hometown and along with my luggage, I was also carrying a huge load of respon...