A few days back was our wedding anniversary. Though we don't celebrate it in a big way or in any other way , it was nice to look back on the years that went by.
We have been married 27 years and I don’t know what to say about those years. Life has been what life generally is, bitter and sour and sweet and hot and spicy, a tasty, interesting combination.
Did I tell you that it was an arranged marriage for us, as it generaly is in India? That is, a mutual friend suggested the match. His family had already seen me at some function. We met each other in the presence of our families and promptly fell in love, though we didn’t speak with each other at all at that time. I felt I could trust him with my life and I have not regretted my decision.
My husband has never been a romantic. I tease him that the only thing he knows about romance is the spelling of the word. In the years when we were newly married, I did expect him to be at least a little romantic. (My expectation was the effect of reading romantic novels). But I soon learnt that he had/has his own ways of showing that he cares.
It is not that we don’t have differences. We do have arguments. In fact a lot of them. But we have very few fights. I think I can count the number of fights we had in all these years, on the fingers of my one hand. Even less than that. I am thankful to have him by my side, most of the time. Excepting perhaps a couple of times when I was tempted to hit him on the head with something blunt. Thankfully I didn’t.
We always talk a lot to each other. Now for the last 6 -7 years, we both work from home and spend a lot of time together. It is nice to have his arm for a pillow when we nap after lunch. And I love the way he smells. Makes me feel so secure and cozy.
So we didn't celebrate the anniversary. But our daughter gave us a greeting card that she made by herself. She drew a wedding scene in it. It was quite comic the way she drew it, with the bald priest, the bride, the bridegroom with his traditional turban. As an afterthought, she also added breasts to the bride. We just laughed and laughed. And that was the most wonderful part of the day. |