Society: Kingdom:

You don't know how I feel about you at every step of my life. Your presence was though unobtrusive and camouflaged yet so tangible to ignore. Do you remember the day when I refused Yassin as he was a Muslim? Everything was a great match for us, our taste for writing, travelling everything except our culture, customs, festivals, rules and rituals. He said those were fake and man-made. We didn't need them in our way to love. But I felt we needed them more as we need sunlight.

We bear our culture and our heritage till the last day of our life without knowing the significance of it. It is integrated into us. We are the prisoners of an underground cell where no light can penetrate. We don’t want light. We have accepted darkness as our sun. We give our customs and rituals more significance than anything else.

And that's why I could foresee the future of my marriage with Yassin. I could feel the time ahead that we had to face soon after the aroma of romance would fade and the relations surrounding us would clash in regular controversy making our life horrible.

I could read your thoughts so well that Yaseen could not. And that's why I refused him. I cried that night, perhaps more than I had cried in my life.

But crying for one day, two days, three days or for one month is more acceptable than getting strangulated for life and not crying. And I can feel you at every turn of my life when I step back or when I go ahead. I feel your cautious breaths, and equivocal chants always at my back. The crimson lines with which you demarcated my arena flags like the warning red light upon my life.

And you know I didn't dare to fight you. Yaseen did not know how deep-rooted you were and to think to uproot you was just a childhood's fancy. I tried to find the rest may be an extra or more dogmatic reason in support of breaking with Yaseen. All that I said to him about you was just mere excuses and therefore I was accused of treachery. But you know, you are a dogged reason that outraged every possibility or every hope nurtured against your approbation. You are the cicerone who loves to guide only through the ways curved by you.

Hello, Society I'm always your silent bearer, a silent admirer of your kingdom. I always care for you and oblige you even at the cost of my happiness as I know you can shatter my happiness even my little peace at your whims. I'm your humble follower and for your kind information, my family has found the 'suitable boy' for me scrutinising all the horoscopes.