Marriage is not a license to order meals from your kitchen.
Or to get the laundry done.
Or to find the morning tea at the bedside.
Or to read the newspaper first.
Or to watch your favorite channel.
Or to not attend the open day in school.
Or to stay inside the washroom till you finish the crossword.
Or to expect clean dishes when the maid is on leave.
Or to find a helping hand to change diapers.
Or to sleep under the blanket on a cold Sunday morning when the doorbell rings.
Or to ask questions only to hear favorable answers.
Or to shop for hours, buy for all occasions and then carry nothing.
Or to treat your partner like a domestic help.
Or for that matter to make love whenever the hormones demand.
It is not a license to anything.
It is not a license.
It is a bond that expects you to have the right kind of balance.
Of mind. Of body. Of soul.
Author: P K Anil Kumar
