Talk about Morals and Happy Endings...
Well, it was a long (not so anticipated) wait for me to get back to writing stuff- about things that really matters. If you think you are not so Sheldon Cooper like who was apparently suffering from Asperger’s (if you may realize), you’ll probably like my posts here.
I am going to begin with something that almost every 25 yo and plus are going through these days.
Remember when we were kids and our parents wanted to teach us a lesson, they would tell a story with fake characters and made up situations instead? Yeah, Mine still do that. The storyline hasn't changed much really. The protagonists were usually animals and their plight mysteriously reflected my then-present state. It started with "The Boy that cried Wolf" I suppose this is everyone's favourite for learning that Honesty is the best policy. Except that the version I got to hear was replete with gossip-mongers and not one but multiple wolf-villains. I must have gotten at least 5 different versions. Hard work, patience, determination...you name it. My brother on the other hand has been raised on the tale of the dog that went to the market, got a bone, saw his reflection in the water and barked, only to lose the bone. I'm not sure what the moral of that one is, but it had a lot of star appearances by the aforementioned Wolf and the Fox of the Sour-Grapes fame. Nowadays my stories are about girls that got married on time and made babies who made relatives and grandparents proud. I'm fairly certain they don't really exist, or whatever. And that it isn't really as much a moral filled story as a feeble plea to Thy Highness to accept the fate of an arranged marriage and settling down. I'm not giving in. I will cry WOLF and the entire village shall rush to my help. Or, in this case, my friends. I hope.
