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It is strongly believed that Marriage is the entwining of the two hearts. It is a new beginning for two different individuals, knitting two households into one family.

The nuptial tie turns everything auspicious and stands upon trust.   

Being an Indian, for me, an Indian marriage is the most beholding state of commitment and love. The sprinkling of akshita or colored rice, flowers, the bells, the decorations, the excitement, the piousness, the sanctified steps and vows, the tying of mangalsutra-the sacred thread, the ethnic customs and traditions are performed to unite two people so firmly that after marriage they become one soul, retaining two separate bodies.

It’s a strongest bond between husband and wife that is rooted more on faith and understanding and less on mundane things. It is executed in the presence of parents, relatives, and friends. An irrevocable commitment is a greatest blessing bestowed by the Gods above.

The new relation commits and ensures selfless trust, love, respect, care, concern and salvation of the two, tied together. The rituals at the time of marriage with each step bring the bride and the groom much closer. Kanyadaan symbolizes the union of couple in bliss, where bride’s parents promise the groom to take away their daughter to be his life partner. Likewise there are many steps which involve different pledges between husband and wife for the lifetime.

It’s wonderment if life partners could transform into soul mates. Marriage is a pledge between the two to be always there for each other in the ups and downs of life. It’s all about falling in love many times but always with the same person. It’s a ballad of love sung by two caring hearts. It’s a cuddle giving the best chance to grow. It’s a responsibility to share and enjoy. Marriage is meant to be in ecstasy till the end of life.

It’s very easy to keep the passion of love up in the marriage by cherishing and adoring your life partner. The roadblocks those are likely to hit this beautiful relation can be laid back by just sharing with your life partner, by avoiding the things or hurt feelings, and by having an open conversation open at the gloomy or sad hours. 

Marriage is the most blessed state. It is a zephyr in the scorching heat. This system is by no chance created to nourish any pitfalls of excessive pride.

Authored By Ritu Sharma, India

This is a story about the aftermath of a 4-year relationship and the enduring feelings of life with a broken heart.

Food doesn’t taste the same anymore.  In fact, life in general no longer holds the same wonder and wildness.  When quietness creeps in like a shadow, the soft sobs are the only sound in the stillness.  Her eyes burn with salty tears that pool until they overflow to begin a journey.

There, a tear gently, silently resting on her smooth cheek, breaking and magnifying the light from inside that bleeds from her very soul.  It cuts a wet trail of sorrow as an outward expression of so much within.  Traveling ever downward, it pauses to gather at her chin until finally, it falls to her broken breast where, sharp and hot there rages, reason for its being.

In these moments, there is a wrenching of the gut like a wringing of the hands.  A life inside of a pain and darkness that she doesn’t fully understand.  Yet it remains like the pack of a peddler on her back…something that she can’t explain.  Four years play like scenes from a movie before her eyes adding to the anguish.  It’s inescapable, but palpable like the bittersweet thrust of a blade in her chest.  No one ever quite gets it: her family or the people she used to know.

She knows it so well as the constant pulse in her breast that makes her question her existence at best.  She looks for a glimmer of hope in the dark…the stark…coldness.  She only finds a fear of growing old with the nothingness, the knife in her chest, and the ache in her breast of the terrible knowing that without love she will continue through life like this.

Donning a mask once more as the sorrow fades into her core, she hides the redness of her eyes.  She feigns a thing called strength fighting never to appear weak or broken from the splitting of her soul from the one who brought meaning and depth to life.  Lying in the arms of another, she wonders if everything will always feel second best like it does right now.

With time will the memory and feelings fade?  Will the images ever disappear or the spoken words that resound in her mind?  She is dying to stop wanting for more or at least what once was.  Nothing spans the chasm once bridged by words, love, the sound of a voice, a meeting face to face…that completeness is lost.

Love songs resound on a loop in her mind as she goes from day to day.  All of this is hidden in the careful building of a wall that’s a lie she is telling herself.  If anyone knew, they might write her off as emotional and weak, so it’s tucked in the back of her heart next to faith and the stars.  Life moves forward save for the moments that fill those four years replaying at random when the walls break down.

Others know her by these same things in themselves.  They know the bitter tears and despair of love lost and never returning.  They know the dreams that haunt and wake with deep anguished breaths and a realness they can’t bear or explain.

The tears and darkness are in everyone filed away behind living, working, brilliance, and light.  Hidden in the murky depths of strength where meaning and motivation overpower the negative by sheer will.  Where sharp and hot there rages the reason to live to the fullest in spite of it all.

Authored by Ava Fails, US