Year Two !

Year two has just begun…..

A life away from just being high on love to seeing how a low fare of sniff fights can create awful memories on every small occasion. A treasure of uncalled arguments, packed work life, I.hate.to.clean.mode and the boredom of the everyday busy lifestyle sucked up the last patience cell and it’s all just frustration dancing in my head!

Even a lazy Saturday seems to fly faster with me just sitting on a corner couch with a sad dramatic movie on the TV. Vinay being a workaholic is driving me crazy. We fought bounds to always disagree to agree. I hated to stay alone. I hated to meet up people without him. I hated not having him around. Every small chore seemed a mountain of pain. Stubbornness out bounded it's hemisphere and circled a halo around my bumped up head.

I wonder where the days of being happy about everything just got lost in between these crumbled days. Appreciation, motivation and inspiration have ceased to exist. Compassion now is about finding a small break to catch up for hot dinner with the Bangalore weather drizzling its magical showers outside.

I read an article and was immensely impressed. I deeply understood that I was my best company. I just needed an extra mile of self-confidence and I could pull off a dull day in a merrier tone.

Owing to it, I decided to pamper myself to feel the bliss of heaven. I painted my nails, scrubbed my face, put on a face pack, stretched my legs and felt a chill of relaxation flow tip to toe. I partied that evening, ate gallons of good food and slept late hours. If this was not enough, I decided to make over my hair. I chopped it off to dazzle my shoulder and now feel lighter and happier.

After all life is all about the highs, the lows and the moments in between…..

He sneaked in and checked me alright, pecked my cheek and waved off …. I remember smiling in my sleep… if that 2 minutes meant it, then I must admit- I am having a fairly awesome life.

Navaratri

This Navaratri, I kept up my promise and made a doll house for my niece. This was more to relive my childhood moments. I collected those small trinkets and smiled on every go. I found a broken mixer(which I managed to fix) , a ladle, few dolls and my favorite tea set Barbie. This one is close to my heart. I still remember my mom dragging me back from school on a festive eve. My eyes were  all over this doll at the store. She asked me to choose between buying a new dress for the festival or the doll. I chose the obvious. From that day forward, I pulled off a new hairstyle and a new dress for the doll every day. For now, looking at the doll house, it glimpses our younger days- a teen sister bullying me, busy dad, mom working to meet ends and me to being the pampered brat. They still mean a lifetime of joy to me- its just that we see things so differently now. It did rewind a whole bundle of emotion and sniffed like a voice in my dream. 

FROSTY FEAST

We hurriedly packed our bags and head started to Kodaikanal. My first ever sleeper bus experience! Not bad I must say. Crawling on to the rear end I let the whiff of the Bangalore weather house into our seats... Oh sleeper I mean! Giggles and a few snobby selfies (all thanks to my unruly rough hair) - we were all set to start off. The wheels hit the roads and vigored in speed sooner than I recall. We fleetly crossed the state border.  The calidity in air seeped into my skin almost choking me and I suffered a claustrophobic ride the rest of the journey. I tucked myself in and forcefully slept until Vinay kissed me morning to the most breathtaking view one could imagine. We were traversing the prolific Ghats that spawned beauty in the strings of tall trees. The aromatic jungle green did breathe a spark of new sunshine. I was glad it was not the normal Thursday morning where I was cajoled in a hundred odd vehicles all in a marathon to reach their workplace in a jolt. Most of them I know (who hurriedly reach office) spend hours day dreaming, looking on to the clear blue sky and sipping hot tea for hours in the building balcony. Irony, I say!

With poison ivy draping the abyssal walls of the villa- the yellows and reds of the blooms did create a delightful vision. The tiny green plants that jeweled the pathway to a heavenly lawn tempted the hell outa me to steal them back home. The first sight of the villa was magnificent. With lush green lawn hanging some of the oldest trees and a blanket of mist swaying its magical bliss- Vinay and me plunged to experience love once again. A first hand charmer- Vinay knew the right place to hook in. If this was not all, the villa housed the most beautiful backyard in the world. At best for me. It daunted the beauty of nature as far as my eyes could see. A small spot of lake far far away and just green every other way. A magical blanket of mist added a Bollywood tinge to my already love soaked eyes. For the first ever time, we had clouds floating beneath and our love swaying above.I wish I could capture that moment with the feeling behind and padlock it for the rest of my life.

The mist that patterned the white and green melodrama every now and then, wallowed in me a feast that I basked in for the rest of the day. The blushing dusk hit a spree of ornate joy freezing my bones and leaving a scar of blestful love in my heart. I savored gallons of pipping hot tea and pigged on a lot of yummy onion pakodas. Guilty belly happy on the tongue....!

We scrolled down a small steep lane from the villa to witness the famous lake. That was beauty dawned with love. We got excited seeing people cycling and decided to try a couple ourselves. A round to compass the lake. By the time I peddled to cover a small stretch of the lake, I lost my enthusiasm and began to abuse vinay for the exhaustive idea. He peddled faster and vanished in the mist.  We stopped and laughed our heads out, caring only our stupidity. The laughs echoed and hit us back. We laughed louder. That moment, I was reassured, we were meant to be together. After all, someone rightly said – louder the laughter, better the relation!

Gangling a faraway land, we tucked out to the Berijam Forrest and lake the next day. A 25 km long drive in the Ghats. One could hardly see the pathway that curled the hills. The mist on the trees that covered a twilight scene in my head haunted my mind for a long while. The driver did mention that the aromas that blended in the air was all of those from the medicinal trees that had rooted deep into the forest soil. It was heavenly.

Oh! Did I forget to mention… this was a trip to mark our first anniversary? We did celebrate the night with vanilla frosted cake, glowing candles and some reckless humming to our fav tunes.

I am glad I’m documenting these memories hard on this space, for I am sure to revisit them time and again!

Mrs him to be!

Love was exchanging chocolates, love was long conversations on messages, love was celebrating birthdays and love was waiting to see eachother smile…. We have grown a lot together and now love is exchanging warmth and growing up together….

For a long time vinay and me never felt we were in love…. We had gotten so used to hanging out together… sooner or later we did arrive at a conclusion that we were meant to share love and share a lifetime time together… and so it happened….

Back in those days vinay n me were great buddies… we got along together bullying the rest of our friends, played stupid games, hanged out on food joints and spent a lot of time together…. Yea…. We did eat a lot….and a lot did happen over coffee… Foodies that we are, chats, dosa, pasta, ice creams and pizzas… name it and we knew the the best places for it…. I still strongly believe food has kept our relation going good….I once remember making (n+1) number of akki roti for vinay and he kept relishing it like marathon eater!!!

Best buddies to being each other’s better half has not been all that easy…. But I must admit it was quite pampering…. I was always and I am his darling princess and he proudly claims so…. As a teen I never dreamt of the prince on a white horse…..and never did violins play in the background…. But I did blush each time anyone spoke about us…. I skipped a heartbeat when he looked into my eyes…. And I did fall in love over and over again with his melting warmth….. he is always a charmer…..!!!

Friends who now us agree strongly with me that we both have never given up on eachother…. Jinxed to this extent that we have always argued on silly matters…. (its only me who could cry n make a hue though)…. Slammed phone calls and walked off conversations… this did not last long…. One of us gave up (obviously it was always him) and it was all rosy again…. J

He has probably ensured I have had everything I need and has been a giver to all my unbearable demands…. Stubborn to my being, we have shared a lovely relation…. Warmth of those million hugs and those melting smiles…. A person to trust, a friend to be and a partner to celebrate life with….

Time’s swayed by and he now decides to give me his name …. I blush… Mrs him to be… !!!!

365 – On all Odds!

We saw all seasons of love… melted in his arms, fought hot on ends, chill nerve stares and shared vibrant smiles. Somewhere amidst we heard chuckles of love that spread joy like wildfire. He loves me n it just got more evident every time I disagreed to agree…. Threw tantrums, got more stubborn than ever before and on the contrary, ensured to love each other enormously.

I was blessed with a big fat Indian Wedding – a 3 day marathon of colorful and blissful moments! I was a pretty bride and he was the guy I chose to hold onto the rest of my life.

That day still lingers my mind… My family dropped me back home and showed me the house to where I shall go on to belong… Mad silence and deep eyes – narrating a feeling of losing someone forever. I couldn’t bid bye to them in tears nor smiles. It was mere chaos in my head. One part of it wanted to run away faster and the other stuck on to not hurting my parents who I felt were more depressed. I am not sulking- I knew I will enjoy my days of being married- BUT I will never stop missing my days of not so being married. Thoughts of who will look after my parents, my niece and my family. It just felt like I was doing all this just by myself and me not being around seemed all void back home…. I could not connect the dots and I was surely not ready for a new home!

My new family treated me dinner that night. I did feel a little better. Yes! Food rejuvenates me J

Waking up in his arm to just see him staring at me… (I wonder how long he had continued to admire me sleeping) and the fragrance of henna on my hand filling the air around was surely a die-hard feel. Like many girls, I did cry buckets to be married to him… From Heaven. Obviously!!!

Each day was a dream I lived. I had always wished to lead a fairytale life. I imagined these days as a young girl and now cherish them as memories. Late night movies, junking on food, loud laughs, lazy weekends and day outs. The surprise element on birthdays, the goof ups to make a remarkable day and celebrating each day like a series of tom n jerry on the TV set! We watched a variety of movies from action, romance and drama to utter nonsense. It just dint matter what we watched. We just enjoyed each other’s’ company. Our life was as dramatic as that. From starring Puneeth Rajkumar to minions, we shared a slice of stupidity, drama and joy all the way!

365 million reasons debating in my mind to still not conclude if I am ready to be married! I enjoy it as much as I wish I could soar far away from it. I love the love we share, I hate the staying away from mom days! She is irreplaceable for sure. I could stretch my lazy bones when I get back home after the marathon traffic. I could demand for specific food from mom without a thought. I could pamper myself, feel safe, feel loved and cuddle up to her all the time. I feel all so grown up now. I cook for my family and myself (a big deal, I must say) – an art I learnt only lately, I clean the mess around and also pamper myself mentally that it’s all worth it. I fight those egos, I kill the jealousy jacks right in my head and heart out to see how much I am adored for who I am. I did voice out with my husband – “I am his age and never did what I am doing all my life… I cannot wash clothes, clean the kitchen, pray when asked to and cook huge quantities…. I screamed and felt I would break down….” My husband only stayed at peace assuring it would all be fine. I howled and cried and frustrated my anger out. It hit me one day- nobody expected it out of me. I slowly sat down to realize, I chose all the chores myself. I started enjoying them and it dint bother later on.

Blessed to be around with him as we complete a year together….from sunshine to moon haze… from cuddly love to cold days…. From being his better half to him being my best full….!!!! A year of which I shall always cherish…. A beginning to never ending joy…. A beginning to stay Mr. and Mrs. Each other!!!!