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May : The month we grew up

Here goes the month of May 2014, number 4 on the count-down to February 9, 2014:

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Dear Adit,

May came to us with a bag of insecurities. We got our housing loan sanctioned and were all ready to take a huge financial step in our life. It brought a lot of changes to our financial outlook, many alterations were made to the budget but you gotta accept that having a house of our own has become a must. We can’t live forever in rented houses and put up with nosy busybodies for owners as we do now! So, I wouldn’t regret that we took the decision in hand and that a big chunk of our earnings are going towards the EMI. Most of the month went in planning the budget, we planned everything to the microscopic level as if we were devising India’s budget. I am really sorry that you had to tone down splurging on your toys gadgets but let’s face it, you have a truck load of them. Since I am not a gadget freak, all of mine is also yours and you have every gadget available in the market. Down to the T. So I guess it is okay if you had to put off some upgrades and also because I know you will itching to indulge once we get our finances settled down a bit. 🙄

The trip to Salem to spend some time with your uncle’s family was a refreshing break from our regular routine. We had a nostalgic afternoon of going through childhood photos of you and your cousins. I had seen your childhood photos before but a few new discoveries were made and I loved going through them with your sister giving me comments on each of them. You were the chubby kid who was ‘showing off’ in each of the photos 😛 I also loved hearing the stories about you when you were too young to remember anything. Remember how I loved the pic where your mom had dressed you up in a frock and had tied up your hair? You were adorable and for some reason you had this huge grin on your face. I cannot fathom what made you that happy. Maybe you loved playing dress-up as a kid 😀

Also, we enjoyed a lot of movies in May, caught up on those we missed and watched new ones. We also started to watch sitcoms shows on ZCafe religiously like “The Good Wife”, “Outsourced” etc. Things picked up at work for me and I got busier by the day. Days were rushing by so fast.

So May in our dictionary is the month that’s famous for learning to take big decisions in life, have insecurities and deal with it.

Love,

Wifey

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Until later 🙂

April : The mixed bag

Here goes the month of April 2014, the third of the count-down towards our anniversary:

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Dear Adit,

I have heard people say that any couple that fights on a healthy scale is in a good position. I have experienced it too. I don’t know if I fight on a healthy scale but I know you do. I go up and down like mercury on a thermometer gone crazy but you are always the sane one. No wonder we coupled up because opposites attract. In the beginning of April, we had one of the epic fights because you had gone to your Alma matter to contribute something to the infrastructure there and you didn’t keep up your promises about calling often and eating on time when you were there. Okay, I agree that I was and am always biased against your college admin activities but that’s only because it eats into your time and attention and I am plain jealous. But I am entitled to be jealous, you know? You don’t take care of yourself properly when you are there! You forget all about food and sleep and keep discussing those geeky technical stuff with your fellows. I understand your passion but I can’t keep quiet about this. Learn to prioritize baby 🙂

To top it, I fell sick when you were not around and being sick and alone is not a good combination at all. So I turned into a nit-picker and troubled you a lot. I won’t say sorry because I am not 😛 Anyway as usual, we got over that! Okay, we got over that only because you never fight back when I am hyper and you wore me down with your puppy face. You also mailed me this adorable pic when I was so angry and as soon as I saw it, I started laughing at how you could do this when I was being Ms.Cranky Pants.

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I rediscovered your ability to put up with me and my temper and was amazed by it. I don’t know how you do it. Whether you are right or wrong in the situation does not matter to you. When I start yelling, you go on the silent mode, never uttering one word. After I vent everything out, your silence makes me think and analyze who went wrong and where. It also tells me if I am yelling for the right thing to the right extent. God must have known that I would need a saint like you to handle my mercuric levels.

Later in the month, your cousin shifted to Bangalore with family and I enjoyed their stay at our place till they got theirs sorted out. Remember how nervous I was about if they would like my cooking? I had made breakfast and lunch for 5 before leaving for work but since I didn’t know the proportions properly I ended up cooking for 7. Nevertheless, we were able to manage it without wasting, thanks to your aunt’s experienced hand at tackling cooking situations like this. I was ecstatic when they declared me an expert at making chutneys and that I cook well. And I was almost dancing with joy when I heard them telling your mom on phone that she has got an amazing DIL. It was a happy phase for me, with some elders to guide me at home, give me recipes etc. Although they were the guests, your aunt pampered us with her cooking and receiving us when we returned home from work. 

So all in all, April was a mixed bag for us.

And did I tell you? I love you 😉

Love,

Wifey

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Until later 🙂

March : When we landed on earth

Here goes the month of March 2014, the second of the count-down towards our anniversary:

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Dear Adit,

March was the month when we landed on earth after all the rides. We felt a little dizzy what with all the travel, settling down, visiting various relatives for the customary feast for the newly-wed, inviting them back etc. Slowly reality kicked in and we both got back to our jobs and fell into the routine. It was an eccentric experience for me I would say. I had never been the homely girl and to be a responsible wife running a household required me to tone down some of my madness 😉 Cooking for you was an awesome experience but I soon got bored because you ate anything that was edible. Your no-special-preferences to food and accommodating taste buds made it difficult for me to find out whether I am doing well in the kitchen. As for self feedback, I kept comparing my dishes with my mom’s and as a result everything tasted bad. Slowly, I started figuring out what dishes you favor subtly (although you do it on the sub-conscious level) and started getting a hang of it.

As for running the household, I was constantly getting into trouble. I cut my finger n number of times, touched hot things and got my skin scalded, hurt myself a lot while sweeping the house. All because of my clumsiness. You would pout and rush to aid me whenever I lose my balance and chide me for not being more careful. Well, dear hubby, your wife may be the clumsy duckling but a few cuts/burns are bound to happen for people who newly enter the role of a homemaker. So stop that pouting okay? 🙄 I still remember that day when I had cut my arm on the grill gate and I was more worried about how you would take it than about the pain that came with the wound. I am thankful that in the coming months, you understood my clumsiness and I got my sense of balance to normal at the very least 😛

Then came the news that my SIL is pregnant. I started hunting for baby names but we both never agreed on one name to suggest to my bro. Anyway we had lot of time in hand till November, so never mind. However, I wondered how on earth we are gonna pick out a name for our kid when its time, given our varied tastes.

We had a lot of fun since we had all the time in the world together and none to question us. :mrgreen: I started enjoying the alone time with you since, during our courtship days it was so hard to get some ‘us’ time without having to sneak around to even attend a phone call from you. We had a lot of firsts in spite of our long relationship and got to know new things about each other or at least got reminded of the things that we had overlooked. For example, you got to know how much of a bitch I was when it comes to organizing and cleaning and I got to know how much of a kid you were and that you need someone to take care of you always 😛

We got our wedding photo albums and remember how shocked we were when we saw some couple in wedding costume towards the end of our wedding video? It was a mess-up and thank god it was a repairable one. I was so mad at the photographer, after all the poses that he made us do, this is what he gives us! Anyway, you helped me get over that and we had a good laugh over it. The visit to Trichy for my best friend’s wedding was hampered by the scorching heat which neither of us were able to bear. 😳 That’s when I realized how incompatible with the town we have become after living in Bangalore for a few years.

Anyway March was a grounding month after the high that February was.

And did I tell you? I love you 😉

Love,

Wifey

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Until later 🙂

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. 😛 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 🙂

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. 😀

And did I tell you? I love you 😉

Love,

Wifey

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Until later 🙂

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. 🙂 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 –  Cupid Games 2015 activity in association with Indiblogger and Closeup.

Until later 🙂

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