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!!!!
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