marriage.

Everyone has that random business pen. You don’t know where you got it from; you didn’t buy it, nor did you steal it. It’s just a pen, really, until you read the logo. And even then, it’s still just a pen. Like life.

Its 9:15pm. She sits in class hoping for her lecturer to finish early so she can catch an earlier train home. As the lecturer gives his twelfth anecdote, at least, of the night, her eyes wonder down to her pen. The pen she had been using on and off throughout the course. She was semi-loyal to it.

Fading in and out of a communal class discussion, she began to analyse the pen. - Red. Thick. Black ink. It wrote: ‘CHOCORAMA LTD – SPECIALISTS IN WEDDINGS’. This made her think about marriage.

At one point she liked to think that she would get married. And in the long run, it would be a successful marriage. She really did believe in the concept of it. But recently, she realised that a lot of things don’t work out, and that the concept of it, in general, sounded very suffocating and theist to her.

She did, however, believe in ‘love at first sight’. Although she hadn’t witnessed it first-hand, she believed it could happen. It’s funny because she didn’t believe in being with someone ‘forever’, for more than obvious reasons. And she couldn’t quite grasp the idea of a ‘soul mate’, probably because she was still contemplating whether or not a soul was in the equation of life and death. But she did believe in love.

Her parents - always close to divorce. How could she ever believe in marriage?