There is this itching desire to write, not that I have any
thoughts troubling me, but this month is really special. I missed out on
penning down my feelings last year. I will be completing 1 year of wifehood
this coming Saturday. There are scores of people asking me how the ride has
been!!!All I can say is Fantabulous with bumpy ‘s’.
I am loved to bits, and every time I look into his eyes, all
I see is my image gleaming through his eyes. The short trips, the early morning
call for perfect chai, empty laundry bags, laughing over silly things, simple
compliments, jamming the door hard, and sharing similar stance over issues….life
has given me lot of precious moments over the past 1 year.
I am not sure, if it happens with any husband-wife duo, but
we crave for same kind of food, we talk about the same thing at same instant,
we share similar views and ideas, he is becoming more like me and I more like
him. We keep each other grounded, being polar opposites that we are; there is
this one thing that binds us deep down: Desire to be loved.
As I stepped into the shoes of wife, I found it really hard as
my husband was spoilt rotten. He would laze around while I toiled in the
kitchen. I could hardly keep my tears locked and often I was heard complaining
to my parents. Soon, things changed and I could manage my kitchen and cooking
with minimum help from mister and he started hanging around the kitchen more. Surprisingly,
even after a four year courtship, it was only after marriage and living-in I realized
what a cleanliness freak he was. Now,
don’t assume my life is full of misery. The above are few rainy instances. I am
not easy myself, with bouts of emotional aatyachaar; I am one hell of a person
to handle. This guy can hold me tight and ask me to shut my mouth without
offending me. He gives me the strength to move on in life, to accept the way I
am, gives me the security I crave.
This to you G, for US, for the incredible
love story and lives we share.
