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I always wondered at the magic of falling in love. Meeting that handsome, usually brilliant, always charming guy who with just a look will send my heart aflutter. I imagined the heated debates, the witty banter, the innuendo filled teasing.

I've dreamt of that first touch that would set my skin ablaze, of holding hands, and of course of soft sweet kisses.

I've dreamt of experiencing the sweetness of that first kiss which would reveal the potential for the future of the pairing - - not a first kiss that would signify the finalization of the match. And I don't believe that these dreams' were of the forbidden variety. From Snow White to Cinderella, on some level we were always permitted to dream. It was just that the reality that we ultimately had to face, an arranged marriage, wasn't nearly as romantic.

Like any girl, I've dreamed of dancing, usually to candlelight, more frequently under the stars. Moving close, and closer still until I can feel his heart beating. Until I can feel his breath against my cheek. Until I can hear his soft words in my ear. Dancing under the stars isn't an original thought but a romantic one nonetheless. The stars always held magic. I imagined late night parking', and star-gazing, and the wonderful things that would inevitably follow. A blanket spread under star-filled skies, a picnic in a rose garden, even a stalled car on a deserted stretch of country road. Soft music fills my soul and there's magic in the air as I visualize the potential for romance. All of the above, while always incredible, immediately lose most of its magic when the mystery is gone. When the partner is a given. When the where is this going?' has already been answered.

I often wondered how different life would have been if I would have been given the opportunity to search for my soul-mate' on my own. The debate over the benefits of casual dating and the fun that that would afford, is irrelevant. While I don't doubt the experience were to be fun I can clearly see the potential for danger. No, I am just talking about being courted, romanced by a potential suitor. A guy who is interested, and does his best to be of interest. I am talking about feeling my heartbeat quicken at the mention of his name. I am talking about wishing he would look my way. I am talking about falling in love.

While a big proponent of arranged marriages, and an expert on the statistics of the success of this lifestyle I still often regret that missed opportunity. With an arranged marriage I was

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