I’m sorry I haven’t uploaded my blog in a while. You see, I was busy…getting married.
I am married! Yay! I love the way the diamonds in my ring catch the light and sparkle brilliantly and that seems to sum up the way I feel right now. Sparkling.
For most part of the days, S and I have been asking each other this question – Are we really married? We were so sure we’d be in the “we are dating’ category for so long that when we got hitched, I had to keep telling myself that it wouldn’t be long before the Big day. And then of course the wedding got postponed due to a personal loss and we were stuck in the ‘I’m hitched’ category for some time.
And now, I blink and I find myself married. To the man of my er….dreams. Of course, now he is a living breathing entity. Very real.
When we were engaged there were so many things that we didn’t expect would change:
1. I was Cinderella. No, I don’t seem to have suddenly got an identity crisis. It’s just that I was nicknamed that because like her, I had to rush back home, before the charm of the evening disappeared into my parents’ grumble of me being late. I did not have the liberty of reaching home by twelve even, instead I had to reach home much early. I coped because it was my family and I had to grit and bear. But S simply couldn’t. We would be enjoying a nice dinner and he’ll notice me furtively checking my watch or egging him to finish his beer soon, so that I could rush home. Some other time, I would leave a nice program half way, with him looking at me longingly, as I had to rush back. Whew. It was pretty embarrassing for a 30year old.
2. Then there were those little petty fights. Mostly because I made an effort to meet him…everyday. We were one of those couples who didn’t think anything was amiss because we were meeting each other every other day – rain or sunshine. There was just no other option. We just loved seeing each other. But the problem was that it was not easy. My work and the distance of my house from the city made it very difficult. I used to get cranky by the dust, traffic, work pressure etc which however was pale compared to the urge to meet him. So when we did meet, after those initial moments in his company, the frustration would creep into my conversation with him. We’d fight. I don’t think I’ve left many places in the city which has not witnessed our under the breath bickering.
3. And if we met every day, there needed to be a place to meet. You might’ve guessed. We could have got an award for improving the sales of any place we were in. Restaurants, malls, food courts, shops, coffee shops…you name it, we’ve seen it and spent money too. Plus side – my wardrobe was overflowing with stuff, albeit with things I haven’t worn in a long while, down side – very very detrimental to health. There was only so many different versions of sizzling brownies, sandwiches and continental food that we could stomach.
Oh and there are plenty more things that I haven’t listed here. But you get the idea. So now, we are together, seeing each other’s face the whole day. Not bothered about time restrictions and meeting up at places around the city.
Nowadays as I laze on the sofa with my legs on the table, watching a favorite late night program on TV with him, he’d tap me gently and whisper – “Don’t I have to drop you home? Aunty will be worried.”
My response? Just snuggle deeper into the sofa with a silly grin on my face and silently thanking my stars for a Cinderella-type ending.
I am married! Yay! I love the way the diamonds in my ring catch the light and sparkle brilliantly and that seems to sum up the way I feel right now. Sparkling.
For most part of the days, S and I have been asking each other this question – Are we really married? We were so sure we’d be in the “we are dating’ category for so long that when we got hitched, I had to keep telling myself that it wouldn’t be long before the Big day. And then of course the wedding got postponed due to a personal loss and we were stuck in the ‘I’m hitched’ category for some time.
And now, I blink and I find myself married. To the man of my er….dreams. Of course, now he is a living breathing entity. Very real.
When we were engaged there were so many things that we didn’t expect would change:
1. I was Cinderella. No, I don’t seem to have suddenly got an identity crisis. It’s just that I was nicknamed that because like her, I had to rush back home, before the charm of the evening disappeared into my parents’ grumble of me being late. I did not have the liberty of reaching home by twelve even, instead I had to reach home much early. I coped because it was my family and I had to grit and bear. But S simply couldn’t. We would be enjoying a nice dinner and he’ll notice me furtively checking my watch or egging him to finish his beer soon, so that I could rush home. Some other time, I would leave a nice program half way, with him looking at me longingly, as I had to rush back. Whew. It was pretty embarrassing for a 30year old.
2. Then there were those little petty fights. Mostly because I made an effort to meet him…everyday. We were one of those couples who didn’t think anything was amiss because we were meeting each other every other day – rain or sunshine. There was just no other option. We just loved seeing each other. But the problem was that it was not easy. My work and the distance of my house from the city made it very difficult. I used to get cranky by the dust, traffic, work pressure etc which however was pale compared to the urge to meet him. So when we did meet, after those initial moments in his company, the frustration would creep into my conversation with him. We’d fight. I don’t think I’ve left many places in the city which has not witnessed our under the breath bickering.
3. And if we met every day, there needed to be a place to meet. You might’ve guessed. We could have got an award for improving the sales of any place we were in. Restaurants, malls, food courts, shops, coffee shops…you name it, we’ve seen it and spent money too. Plus side – my wardrobe was overflowing with stuff, albeit with things I haven’t worn in a long while, down side – very very detrimental to health. There was only so many different versions of sizzling brownies, sandwiches and continental food that we could stomach.
Oh and there are plenty more things that I haven’t listed here. But you get the idea. So now, we are together, seeing each other’s face the whole day. Not bothered about time restrictions and meeting up at places around the city.
Nowadays as I laze on the sofa with my legs on the table, watching a favorite late night program on TV with him, he’d tap me gently and whisper – “Don’t I have to drop you home? Aunty will be worried.”
My response? Just snuggle deeper into the sofa with a silly grin on my face and silently thanking my stars for a Cinderella-type ending.
Comments