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February : That month of 2014

The twelfth day from today, February 9 marks the highest point of my life so far. Some of you would know that I turn one on that day. As a wife. If I could sum up all the drama in bollywood and bring it into one story, that would be my love story. The heights of drama. Accusations were made, Voices were raised, Tears were shed, Persuasions were tried, Satyagrahas were staged and every possible silly thing that seems too absurd to be reality happened. On both sides. We suffered losses on both sides. Yet something made us stand together through it all. One can call it love while others can call it destiny. Whatever it was, I am grateful for what held us together. This is not a post to relive all the pain that we had, to end up together. In fact, our marriage has not yet been completely accepted by one and all but you cannot please everybody.

This is the beginning of a series that is a kinda-sorta-gift to hubby [Apart from the actual gift which will be revealed in the final post of the series, on the anniversary]. The inspiration behind this series is Visha on whose space I found the idea of writing 12 letters based on each month to her loving Zack. She had done it for the calendar year while I am doing it from our anniversary year. So here goes the month of February.

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Dear Adit,

February had never been our favorite month of the year as the month had brought a lot of trouble and heart-breaks in our history. Hence as that February of 2014 came carrying prospects of our wedding, we became more and more apprehensive. We showed all the smiles and happiness to the world while internally we were cringing together that it should go well. Only we know how much it pained. Nevertheless, the 9th of February 2014 approached and the drama lasted till the last minute possible. The calls on the eve of the wedding to reassure each other that no matter what happens, we’d stand by each other, the sleepless night, the texts we sent till we reached the venue and saw each other, the back-up plans – all seem like they just happened. Yet, it’s almost a year.

I must say, the moment I saw you in the temple mandap was the moment I was reborn. Nothing mattered after that. I had reached earlier with my folks and my eyes never left the entrance till I saw you. You entered the mandap braving everything, pushing all your internal struggles back, pausing all the opposition from both our families. You were and are truly my knight in shining armor and I fell in love with you all over again. The ceremonies went really fast and before we could let it sink in, we were husband and wife. Remember how we were in a trance and it took a couple of months to even acknowledge that we were married? Finally!

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We chattered throughout our reception that followed the wedding and cribbing about how we had to stand for 3 hours straight. Remember the photography session where we had to pose every cheesy pose in history? I know you hated all the cheesiness but what had to be done had to be done. I could see that annoyed smile in almost all the photos while I managed to mask it perfectly. I didn’t care about the photos but I loved the cheesiness with you. ๐Ÿ˜› The honeymoon trip to The Taj Mahal on Valentine’s and other places in Delhi and Agra were definitely dripping of romance, we both had our first flight experience together ๐Ÿ™‚

Nothing was different between us but everything seemed different in the eyes of the society. I didn’t have to hide from others to take your calls, I could sit by your side and hold your hand on a bus without attracting stares. How silly the society is to trust a ceremony so much than the people involved. Whatever! The rest of the month was spent in us settling down in Bangalore, me turning the entire house down for the sake of cleaning, running from the bank to the builder for the processes associated with our new flat, driving around on our Activa, me learning cooking and making you the official experimental rat and the list goes on.

Soon it was time for mom and dad to go back and I was all tears about how I am gonna manage the cooking part (I was never the one to show home-sickness even though I was crying a river inside). I still can’t forget how you reassured me and made me believe that I would be just fine and that you’d help me in everything. All in all, February was the heights of the roller-coaster we boarded a long time back and I am glad we got to come down to earth unscathed. Also, with this we can safely consider February de-jinxed. ๐Ÿ˜€

And did I tell you? I love you ๐Ÿ˜‰

Love,

Wifey

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Until later ๐Ÿ™‚

Will you marry me?

 

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Proposing to my guy has always been like a dream come true for me. Yes, I belong to one of those rare breeds who don’t think that proposing is a man’s job. Call me names, I wouldn’t care. Proposing to your love to be together for the rest of your life is an expression of love and that can happen irrespective of who does it. ๐Ÿ™‚ So here goes how I would do it if I had to propose to my guy on Valentine’s day.

I know that he likes it simple while I am a die-hard romantic. He keeps coming up with simple yet sweeping me off my feet surprises for me while he enjoys my cheesy shows and takes them all in with an amused smile that I love so much. We do it our way every time we do something for the other and end up having the perfect combination of romance and reality. That’s the recipe of our love. So my way would be buttered up with romance with each step, with each action a step closer to a fairy tale.

I would start off the day by dressing up in the first dress and the jewel set he gifted me with and he would surprise me with the shirt I bought him. Then the day would be taken over by a treasure hunt involving the place where we first met, the place where we felt our love for the first time, the place where we confessed our love for each other and a few of our favorite haunts. I would write a poem about each place as the clue. I would accompany him as each clue unravels. Luckily for us, all these places fall close by each other to easily reach yet we take the whole day since we spend a lot of time reminiscing at each of the places. We would sink into nostalgic memories and relive each of those moments together. For lunch, I would open up the picnic basket I had packed with the most favorite of his dishes, each one cooked to perfection with all my love and the place I would plan the lunch would be under the cherry blossom tree where we first felt our love for each other. A crispy crunchy veg salad for starters, a lasagna layered with an extra tinge of his favorite tomato sauce and a bit of white sauce to add a special flavor, golden fried baby potatoes as a side and top it off with his favorite Cassatta ice-cream for dessert.He would be surprised that I cooked all these since I am not a great fan of cooking yet. I would see the appreciation and love for me sparkling in his eyes.

At each stop, he would buy me solitary flowers and would be blissful at the joy I express.As I collect all the flowers he gets close to my heart, he makes a bouquet of them – the single red rose, the bright orange daisy, the sunny daffodil, a couple of tulips and lilies inserted appear as a colorful rainbow that has descended on us. As we draw to the end of the treasure hunt, the last stop would be my place. The place would have a rose petal stepping decor leading from the hallway to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I would blindfold him with a red satin ribbon. As he is busy trying to figure out what I am up to, I would put on the mixed tape of the romantic songs we have collected and enjoyed together. I would then quickly slip into the other bedroom with my closet to slip into the powder blue satin gown I have been saving for this day. As I would have all of this planned, this quick slip would take only a couple of minutes which should be enough to lead him on but not let him guess what I am doing.

Then the final moment – I would undo his blindfold and the first thing he sees is me on my knee with the platinum love bands extended and the silent question written all over my face – “Will you marry me?”. He would be stunned for a minute because he had written a poem about me on my previous birthday revolving around the exact image but as in a dream that he had had. This would be literally his dream come true for him. As tears flow freely, we exchange rings and say “Yes!” at the same time. His ‘Yes’ in answer to my unasked obvious question and my ‘Yes’ in the exuberance of having the love of my life with me forever.

This post is an entry for Indi Happy Hours – ย Cupid Games 2015 activity in association with Indiblogger and Closeup.

Until later ๐Ÿ™‚

What is it that I really want to say?

I sat still with only the silence for company. The door is ajar, just as you left it. The silence is deafening like never before. There have been more silences in my life, all courtesy me, but never anything like this. There were a million thoughts that raced through my mind but none were voiced. The last image in my eyes was that of you leaving. The image kept playing over and over in my mind like an endless movie, like a forlorn song that had gone on repeat mode. I didn’t even try to shut it out. I couldn’t bother too. Oh, what is that I really wanted to say to you? When you were walking away, there were so many things I had to say to you, but I stood there just watching you leave. All my thoughts and words lost their meaning as you shut the metaphoric door between us. How come there’s a door to shut between us?

Did I want to say that I still love you?
Or did I want to say I should have never loved you?

Did I want to tell you to stay?
Or did I want to tell you to get lost for good?

Did I want to say that all love is not lost between us?
Or did I want to say that there was never any love to begin with?

Did I want to say that I had gotten used to the silences?
Or did I want to say that I couldn’t take them any more?

Did I want to say Thank you for all that you gave me?
Or did I want to say Thank you for ruining my life?

Did I want to say that I now understood love?
Or did I want to say that I still think love is bullshit?

What is it that I really wanted to say? I wished you had the ability to read my mind as a silent tear made its way down my cheeks. I was and still am a messed up soul and you knew it. You took me with the hope that you will be able to make the mess right with your love. I was skeptical but I had unknowingly started growing on you. The silence around me in your absence stands solid proof of that. So you had indeed worked the magic on me. The magic of love! But then why did you leave? Or why did I make you leave? Couldn’t you take any more of my cynicism, my sarcasm and my detachment? I guess that’d be it. Who could stand years of neglect clinging on to just hope that I’d believe some day? I don’t blame you.

I noticed that the day had passed only when the darkness crept in. I realized that there was never another hope of a dawn for me. Especially with you gone… A sob escaped my lips and I was surprised when it resonated back to me. My head jerked up as if in reflex and my eyes turned to the doorway with the door still ajar. It was the same as in the morning except for one difference. The difference being you standing there leaning on the door with tears in your eyes. I thought you leaving had me hallucinating. But as you came close to me and cupped my face in your hands, I started believing. And your words that followed stunned me, “Why could you not just let the inhibitions go? Why could you not express the love that you have got in you? Why couldn’t you stop holding back for once? Why could you not stop me leaving? Let it go for me, please…” As you spoke and as the realization that you never had the intention of leaving dawned on me, I let go. Then and there. All my inhibitions. All the words that were racing through my mind. All the tears I had withheld in me. And then I knew exactly what I really wanted to say. And I did – “I love you”.

Until later ๐Ÿ™‚

This post is for the Wordy Wednesday prompt “What is it that I really want to say?”ย  @ Blog-A-Rhythm:

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My Secret Santa

Generally, I don’t get festive when Christmas comes around. The main reason being I didn’t have the annual shutdown or extended holiday concept at work till this year. But this year, I made a switch and from now on, I get a mandatory annual shutdown of 10 days approx. This made me enjoy the holiday season more and I started humming “Jingle bells..” as I drove to work. And when I saw a Santa handing out gifts to kids at the supermarket, I wanted one too. A perplexed hubby stood watching me ache for a gift from Santa. Finally as Santa didn’t even look at me (Of course, how would he know this crazy lady is still a kid at heart and wants a gift from him ๐Ÿ˜› ), I turned to hubby and demanded in a resolved tone that he must dress up as Santa for me this year and he must give me a gift. Soon I forgot about the drama since I did it in the spur of a moment and I know hubby is not the romance freak that I am.

But hubby surprised me and how! He had taken my kiddish demand to heart and had made arrangements for a Santa outfit. He had also ordered a Kindle Paperwhite for me to surprise me (He later told me that he was saving the idea for our upcoming anniversary but seeing my disappointed face when I didn’t get a gift from Santa at the supermarket, he decided to gift it early).

Now, this kindle has an interesting story background. Twice, we had almost bought it from Croma but didn’t in the nick of time. We had Croma gift vouchers and were looking around to buy something. The final decision arrived at was Kindle. I was and am a firm believer that the feel of reading a book physically cannot be replaced by anything. However, hubby convinced me that this way I can buy only the books that are worth it and add it to my collection. I had a few regrets of spending money on some books which were totally not worth adding to my book collection and was hiding such books in the bottom most shelf. Also, he convinced me about the convenience of carrying a bookshelf in a kindle when going on vacations without having to worry about the luggage. So I gave in and we decided on Kindle Paperwhite and went to the counter only to realize that I had left the vouchers at home. So we decided we will buy some other time and left it at that. Very soon, we were at another Croma store and again debated on the models and arrived at a conclusion. We asked for it to be billed to find out that they didn’t have it in stock. We returned home thinking that maybe the universe is conspiring against us buying a Kindle. Soon I forgot about this whole Kindle episode and was back to reading normally. And now, it happened in the form of a Christmas miracle ๐Ÿ™‚

So you ask, what’s so special about your hubby giving you a Kindle as a gift for Christmas? I say two things:

1. Hubby cannot hold secrets from me, no matter what. Even if it is a surprise for me, he would end up blabbing about it to me and have a puppy face about how he couldn’t, for the life of him, keep a secret from me. ๐Ÿ˜€

2. This time he decided to keep it and kept it for a while until I busted the whole thing a couple of days before Christmas by innocently peeping into his inbox and seeing the SMS of his order status.ย  I would have still pulled it off and let him think I didn’t know if only he had not noticed me seeing it.

So I guess secrets are not for us even if it is for surprising each other and I am totally fine with it because I for one, have a husband who cannot hide anything from me even if he wants to. ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜€ We had a totally fun and romantic time about this. Also, we ended spending the evening cajoling each other that it’s okay that the secret is out and later moved on to look at some gifts we gave each other in the past and reminiscing about it.

And on Christmas, I still got my Santa and a gift from him even though it was no secret ๐Ÿ™‚

Until later ๐Ÿ™‚

P.S: Dear hubby, It is so cute that you did this and don’t get discouraged that I busted the first secret you ever attempted to keep. There are a lot more attempts for you to make and for me to break so that we can share a ton of laughter every time we do it. And that crooked smile of yours which hesitantly peeks when you realize that I found out what you are trying to do – I love it and would try breaking your secrets just for that. Love you!

I have seen God, have you?

You know how much I crave for hot dosas and how I end up eating dosas that have gone cold because I have to make them myself everyday. I see love when you make that extra effort to make me sit down and enjoy those hot dosas that you made.

You know you couldn’t stay on and help me with my busy life. I see love when you do everything that would give me even just a week off to recover and rest, to lazeย around and enjoy, to take a break from the rush.

You know you are getting old and your health doesn’t quite co-operate. I see love when, despite that, you still go on official tours to make more for the family, to help me.

You know you are too far away physically to help. I see love when every week you guys call me, it assures me I have a shoulder to fall back on. I see love in the beautiful life you are going to bring into this world in a couple of months.

And know what? I feel I have seen God. Human mind is ironical in that way, it realizes the magnanimity of the help and how much something means only when that something is taken away from you. Thanks to my familyย for making me see the irony and helpingย this agnostic answer some of her questions.

Until later ๐Ÿ™‚

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