Romance, Mishti Doi Style!

She reveled in every relationship she came across, every affair that was gossiped about, every love story she perceived in the making. She read love stories, hummed old romantic melodies and justified every cliché that was ever associated with romance. But marriage! Isn’t marriage the end of all romance? Isn’t marriage the violent whirlpool that sucks in all the fantasies, leaving behind the rut of marital responsibilities? Isn’t marriage the ultimate suicide for all the romantics; a second life one chooses to take on only when every possible avenue of the first is exhausted?