A Hindu wedding is called vivaha (Sanskrit: ?????[1]) and the wedding ceremony is called vivaah sanskar.[2][3] The Hindu scriptures attach a lot of importance to marriage. In Hindu scriptures, man and woman are considered as the two halves of divine body, without any question of superiority and inferiority.[4] Marriage is considered as the divine union of the mascular energy represented as purusha/shiva and feminine energy represented as prakriti/Shakti into the Ardhanarishvara form of the supreme Lord for the sustainment of universal creation.[5]Marriage is thus considered holy Sa?sk?ra and a part of dharma to enter the second stage of life called Grihastha ashram.

But according to me, and I speak for most girls here, its just two people falling in love. Deep, immense, mad, crazy love. Yes, I’m just 19, what do I know about love and marriage? The closest I’ve been to falling in love is finding ice cream in the fridge at 4 am, and the closest ive been to a break up is when I realised the same ice cream was stale. Ah, the mighty have fallen. A part of me is a hopeless romantic, a part of me wants her “don’t leave me” drama at the airport following  the perfect kiss, a part of me wants to get her happy ending, a part of me wants to believe that in the end, love does conquer all. But then there comes the part of me who is a realist, who is stiff, who is practical, who thinks forever is a lie, who doesn’t believe in letting her happiness depend on a human who is not herself.
And between these two, theres a part of me who’s in denial, does love exist? Is it all an illusion?

The question then arises,

Is happy marriage an illusion?

Because marriage, to me, is the most beautiful thing ever. It’s like having a sleepover with your best friend every night. Decorating your house with them, doing all the possible weird things with them, painting your face, having secret code names, randomly go on a walk at 4 am, wake up every morning to their beautiful smile, fall in love each morning, and when they’re having a bad day, leaving small notes like “ill love you and we can hide your bosses body” or “cute butt”. And when you’re sad, you’ll have Netflix, snacks and that person wrapped in your blanky with you. You may say I live in my own illusions and life is hard when you grow up, but I like my own version of marriage.
But then the other part of me is a practical woman, who thinks the idea of infinity is a lie, who nothing can last forever, people leave, nobody stays. A woman who loves being by herself and cant be around another human for more than a day.
So you tell me, which of these two are right? The half pessimist or the pure optimist?