Arranged Marriage
On this Sunday afternoon
While devouring my Pride and Prejudice
I heard a knock on the door
At the door I saw a big bouqet of my favourite flowers
But the face holding it was not familiar
When I asked him who he was
He looked at me strangely
Entered and moved about the house as if he knew it by-heart
I saw my parents fussing over him
My sister arguing with him with authority
He was not stranger to anyone else but me
Everyone could relate to him but me
Maybe that is the reason he is called my soul mate
