It's been fifty two years since I signed on the dotted line. Those were traumatic times, just two years after the country was sundered and half of it was lost. At times it seemed that Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was doing his best to divide the country again, there was intense bitterness between the Urdu speakers and the original inhabitants of Sindh, and quite a few days were spent at home due to curfews.
My friend, the late Abid Shaikh, never married and five years before his death he told me that he should have done so when he was 35. I have two relatives who have no children, and they've regretted it.
When I married, some of my distant relatives felt the marriage wouldn't last for more than three years. In fact, during the early years I also doubted if it would last, as I was struggling most of the time to earn enough to feed my family. Fortunately I had taken up meditation in 1979 and it helped me a lot.
Looking back, I think I've been lucky in having had a successful marriage.
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