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The Second Home..!

Okay, so it is not that hunky dory as shown in movies or in books or even in your thoughts that sometimes renders to you that mushy feel about Marriage and a 'second home' for which we all, I'm sure, knit a lot of.... webs?!?
It demands a lot! Yes, it does!
Look here, it is an absolute unenviable task to leave our place, parents, belongings and almost everything that becomes a part of us in all these years.
Well, you can name it the way you want, that this is what every girl has to do...
But, let me clear the air again, it is not that cushy.
The second has nothing that I had lived with. None of my possessions are anywhere here.
I might not like the chores thrust upon me.
Despite all the dislike I conceive in my heart, I stand to fulfill the so-called desires!
But, no matter how strong are my endeavours, it's seldom that I get elevated.
The goodness sometimes cannot find the range in those remote areas of hard bosom.
I am good because 'They'-my Gods, have taught me good.
They inculcated in me the virtuous and the righteous!
The continuity in my altruistic attitude is because of my own, my dear and not at all by any of your self-proclaimed high notions..about almost every matter in this world.
This would be a second home to me.
And I am not afraid to say it loud.
Not because of any anguish.
But, because there are different clouds.

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