Situation changes, life doesn't.

This is for the first time happening with me that I m not able to express my feelings in words. So many thoughts are running in my mind and many feelings are playing hide and seek. Sometimes I am happy for what I’ve got and sometimes I feel gloomy caz I’ll be far away from my dear ones and entering into my new life in few days. Well…Have started maintaining diary now-a-days. So there’s nothing to blog. The feeling of getting close to someone and the feeling of being separated my dear ones with whom I’ve spent 20 years of my life are like drenching my heart into a deep quandary.
Sometimes it is a nice feeling that m goin to start a new life with all new relations and new people around…but when I recall all my memories…it literally hurts to know that I’ll no more be here with my people to celebrate every moment like before.
I just wonder how people follow such customs which have no meaning and sense now-a-days….Sending one’s daughter to a very new family to lead the rest of her life with them is similar to a baby plant uprooted suddenly from the nursery and being planted to a new garden far away. People say, it is natural and happens with every girl one day. But for me, it’s too hard to understand that why a girl is asked to sacrifice every time? Why she has to leave her people? Why she has to bear the pain of being separated from her siblings? Why?

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