Strange,Stranger...

The man to whom I claim to be my husband,sometimes,seems to me a totally strange person.A person who is unknown to me.It might feel so because of my own misperception but these feelings,sometimes, make me uncomfortable.I feel that I will have to live with the person who will never open his heart to me.As if it is actually me who is entirely a strange entity to him.

Dear world! I am,now a married woman.And yes, I was the girl who thought to herself that things are not going to change and yet they have been changed.This transition is in itself anxious.I feel more happy and less uncomfortable but when I am uncomfortable,I feel terrible.

Am I thankless?

No.

I am scared of not being scared.I feel myself the same girl who always wants to sleep.A girl, yes, you guessed it right-a girl asleep. Death is peaceful.It frees you from things that are undesired.This marriage is pleasant.I feel happy.But then, things seem strange and abberant.I ought to be haply and yes, I am.

Peace.