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A girl after her marriage

A girl after her marriage

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Before she gets married, I had noticed she was at the top of optimism. She always seemed coruscating. She loved to laugh and appeared to be lover of life. She endeavored to fulfil her high ambitions. She felt like a spring flower and singing bird who loves to fly. Just after the early days of her marriage I observed that her spirit began to lose some of its charm. After passing six months on her marriage I found her like a bag of cement. She appeared to be cold, dull and heavy soul as if she turned 70-year-old woman. When I asked her: "Where is the spirit that you had before you get married?" she disappointedly replied: "I grew old".
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