Wedding Bells All Around

One fine morning you just wake up and see that the world is moving on a different note altogether,there is something different in the breeze,something which is so soothing but at the same time its very ill fitting and then you discover that all your girl friends are getting married,all of them with whom you have grown up,shared your thick and thin,with whom you have planned about your wedding and how your prince charming would be and blah blah,they won't be Bachelorette anymore like you .Soon they will become somebody's wife,daughter-in-law and would be eligible for all the relations which we have on this earth. You are no more in the list of their bandwagon and soon they will create an isolated society for themselves and you have to be a registered Mrs. to enroll your name there. Now their priorities in life would change,they won't be there for you through out the night when you are not getting sleep and want somebody to talk to.They would be resting on their hubby dear's arms when you are talking to your inner conscience since you had a bad day and you wanted to share how it was.

 Is marriage an equator which divides a woman's life into two halves?Are both these halves totally different from each other? Is life totally different with the vermilion on your forehead? Well to know all the queries I've to be one among them I guess.
Wishing you all a very happy and successful married life Sistas :-)
 I wish life always remains the same for us.

The Cyclist

Every woman wants to grab a little bit of attention, be it at any point of her age. But what if it becomes one of the embarrassing situations of your life and leaves you with a sense of intimidation and guilt.
One evening I was going back to my hostel from my aunt's place .Today was just like any other day; I got down from the auto, paid the auto driver and started walking towards the hostel which was hardly half a kilometer away from the stand. Suddenly, it seemed as if someone was following me on a bicycle but then thought might be just a factory worker so I started walking, but again after few minutes I realized that actually he is following me. It is dark by now and no one was there on this narrow sultry street apart from some children playing football in the nearby ground in the dark. My heart started beating faster so as the rate of his paddle. He was next to me on his bicycle and started making a circular motion around me as if he was doing some stunts and singing some Hindi song. I did not even presume to see him and kicked very hard on the wheel of his bicycle with my right leg. He fell down nearby a drain. Then I started running to reach the nearest lamp post to get some light and ask for help, at that point the light was oxygen for me. I reached there; people were passing by and saw some familiar faces too. I was relaxed and took a deep breath.
I look back to see whether that guy is still behind me or not. What I see was something catastrophic and made me feel so indictable. A boy not more than 13-14 years old was coming with his bicycle with wounded elbows. Though the next few days were a bit frightening, thankfully I never saw him again.