After I posted this, a young lady who goes by the moniker, Looney Bitch, asked me if I would start a story about this, and she agreed to write the next episode in the comments, and then suggested that we try and make this a collaborative story – by all those who wish to add in a bit.
Let’s see how this goes.
Preamble: The Jantar Mantar in Delhi, is an observatory in Delhi, that was built by the Maharaja Jai Singh of Jaipur. He built four or five of these, in Jaipur, Mathura, Delhi and Varanasi. the one in Mathura seems to have disappeared.
Young Love: A Story In Parts
Their love was destined. It seemed almost as though they had been born for each other. They fell in love almost as soon as they saw each other. Besotted, they sought each other’s company out at every available opportunity. They discussed marriage. Their parents were supportive, their friends were supportive, and there did not seem to be a speck in the sky that would ruin this.
She was a sporty girl, and Ira was her name. He was more studious, and Jay was his name. Yet, the differences in their interests did not matter. No, not at all. In fact, they revelled in their different interests, and supported each other. Their parents were happy for them, as were their friends. A simple marriage was planned. Neither came from a rich family, and all they wanted, was a simple marriage with close friends and family around, to bless them. They were set for a very happy, married life.
The end, you would say, to a rather trite love story. The end, you would say, as this story was about to become rather cloying in it’s sickly sweetness. Marriage, kids, grand children. They would do well in life, and become solid, respectable citizens, who would be a model of a happy marriage, and an example to us all.
This is the end, sang Jim Morrison. This is the end.
The end of the story, you say? Think again, my friends. Think again. Why would I start this story, if it were to be so tame and predictable?