So Mother Nature, whiplashing my window with her rains, coerced me to think about matrimony. No obvious connection there (need there be one?). But her whiplashing my window and young, handsome Shammi Kapoor sweetly serenading his fiery love-interest were such a contrast so well juxtaposed! Only marriage, with the meeting of two minds so often so starkly dissimilar as Nature whiplashing my window and Shammi serenading his sweetheart, filled the bill. Amidst the cacophony of comments and questions of the curious bystanders peering into our lives, and our own comments and questions about our "selves," marriage happens. Somehow, the merging of two "selves" with their own history of strengths, fears, hopes, hopelessness, victories, defeats, becomes more attractive than the challenge of self-discovery. Or so I would think. Of course, some of us will don our evolutionary biology or psychology hats and theorize endlessly and justifiably. But my question still stands -- When IS the right time to get married? I, for one, have no clue. An End --------------------------