Brass, pots, grinding stone, the sacrificial fire, millets all essential to symbolise the threadbare of our existence and the power of the Universe over our every action. Till death do us apart this irrevocable union for continuity of the species. ©FG. It is that time of my life when friends and relatives start inviting me to their children's wedding. Sometimes I wonder why they do that. Me, a cynic, one who derives schadenfreude by just watching the world go by from the background. The one who sneers within himself which of the weddings that he attends is going to be in the doldrums, which loving couple is going to two-time, which lovey-dovey couple is going to be at each others' throat and much more. Maybe because of my status of being married, staying married for a reasonable period of time whilst dodging all the curveballs that were hurled my way in my lifetime (thus far) makes qualified to bless the newlyweds. The family may wish me ...
It is all Mimesis