Retrospection

Its December 2007. Eleven years back around this time we were readying to tie the knot and to say in all hopefulness,"I do".

Looking back its rather strange that we chose each other. One could almost say that we are mutually exclusive. Put together we are everything that the universe ever felt. He is complete prose and I complete poetry. Over the years we have discovered that sometimes thus we talk different languages.

But most of the times we know we do not need to talk.

We have attempted and tried our best at changing the other...and have been quite successful.

My Contribution-

• He eats panipuris, chaat, bhelpuri and chole bature from outside( a complete hygiene freak)
• He can listen to music while he is at his studies.
• He learnt to argue loudly.
• He can wear a little flashy colours(still uncomfortable).
• He enrolled for MBA from Manchester University (spending on it was a huge decision)
• He takes risks, handles uncertainities and expects unpedictabilities.
• He can sleep 5 hrs a day and still be working(drastic reduction from 7.5).
• He has learnt to ignore tone, forget words and accept who is the boss.
• He has learnt to leave the controls and to empower us;his family.
• His English writing skills have improved.
• His Hindi has picked up.
• He knows what are the weak points of doctors...a bit too well.

His contribution-

• I learnt to use a PC.
• I started clicking photographs
• I learnt to drive a car.
• I realised that people like papa are still made.
• I started to think about money-from where does it come, where does it go...and how it could be used.(very reluctantly)
• I saw a completely genuine human being who beleived in thorough logic.
• I developed unshakable faith in him, us and marriage.
• I completely lost me and became dependent on him and the when he freed me learnt to empower myself independently. (on his constant nudging)

11 years of marriage . Our two beautiful children were gifted with a set of parents absolutely unlike the other.

One could feel Maths and the other could logically derive practical conclusions from poetry. One was predictable to the extent of boredom and the other terrifyingly unpredictable.

With me they learnt to sing, dance, fly ....

with him they learnt to sit, pray and sleep....

logic with imagination.....our marriage has been unconventional.....dotted with very deep discussions on love, family, women, beauty and existence.....

he is careful to invest on insurance...

and I am carefree to offer him cotton candies...

Together we are just great...I guess.....

and the best part of the day is sleeping in his arms.