They didn"t fit.
Not in size or thinking or values or fidelity or anything important.
They didn"t fit.

Yet they spent 29 years married to each other.
Unhappy. Martyr-like. Morose.
This little discovery had been made the very first night they spent together.
Unfortunately, it was on the wrong side of the saath pheras and atop a marital bed.

So, they spent 29 years married to each other.
Living a charade, playing puppets to Time.
Each determined to prove to an uncaring world, that they wouldn"t give up.

But no matter what, they never fit.