Wedlock

Marriage is a difficult proposition especially when it's an obligation and a responsibility rather than an intense desire.
One more swig, a long drag and the stars seem brighter again. Well, let us face it... I Don't Want To Marry. Although I have to.
The far off speaker howled 'Allah - hu - Akbar' once again...reverberating into the depths of the dawn... night insects slowly conk off. Another drag, yet another love song... the smell has to be masked.
I don't return to the bed I have to share with my Mater, it's hers actually. I'm just a guest, one who isn't allowed to sleep in her own room... do I have my own room? I don't actually...in this humungous place that I've been adressing as 'my home'.
The roadside temple bellows a devotional song - People God exisits and is watching over you...periodic reminders that "Hey! You don't breach My contract and I don't have to tell the truth and all is golden and good.
One does not expect any rainfall now. Scant roads scant people scant memories scant feelings.