I had only just graduated when my parents started pressuring me to marry. The romance of choosing your own partner and the reality of marrying someone from a suitable family collided once more in the fate of someone as insignificant as me. Is young love really so fleeting, or are marriages arranged by parents more lasting? At this sudden wedding, I found myself taking step after step down the same path followed by countless men before me. The wedding had been planned out in advance, the routine set in stone, and so was the life that lay ahead. Was this happiness?…
