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The Husband Chronicled…

It’s a strange feeling… this. One moment, he was a stranger, in an unknown part of the world and today he has become the center of my universe. I love him. His pride is my pride. His pain is mine. I feel elated when he’s happy… the entire bollywood effect.

My parents have almost stopped considering me a member of this family. I remain, glued to the cellphone at all times, talk to him even in my sleep. I see him when I am awake and dream of him when I am sleeping…

Wow, if this is love, it is just out of the world. All the world’s cares are lost on me… Can’t believe how and when I got this lucky!

Thanks Shashank for finally making me the happiest woman in the world… a woman in love, adequately loved back by her paramour…

Tee Hee

I am going to Assam tomorrow. Shashank has plans to detain me there. So even though my return tickets are booked for Monday afternoon, I doubt if I am coming back before wednesday.

What am I going to do there, one might ask… Why I’m going to do some Neha style loving, of course!

Tee Hee. Can’t stop smiling then!

Finally My Own Personal Fairy Tale…

When I was younger, I imagined myself to be in love when the right time came. I imagined myself to be with a vagabond who would love me and me only.

Over the years, I was with several men, all selfish. All relatively uncaring, unfeeling. My heart kept breaking inside of me, but I kept searching, hoping that some day, I will find that man.

I remember what Roshan said right before he left me… He said, “If this would have worked out, it would have become a story we would someday tell our grandchildren…” and I never ever felt lonelier and in more pain than that particular moment. I could see all my dreams, all my hopes dying right there in front of my eyes.

When I met Shashank, I didn’t know that my life was going to completely change. Shashank is just the guy I wouldn’t otherwise pay attention to… He is only as old as me (I prefer older guys), he is like a child (I prefer men), he is very practical (I prefer dreamy, messed up guys), he is from an Army Background (I wouldn’t ever consider an army guy)

The first time I talked to him, he sounded SO serious about his life. THANK GOD I was stupid enough to call again! The second time, he tried so hard to make me laugh. I was half in love by the time we hung up. It was the third call that actually made me fall completely for him. His laugh… thats what did the trick. He giggles like a lovesick child. And every time he does that, my heart turns to jelly, I want to squeeze him sooooooooo hard!.

And now, we’re so in love… WE’re getting married in April… and April seems centuries away.

Every night as I tuck myself in, I wish I was closer to him. And I smile… I now have my own personal Fairy Tale.

Dying of Happiness!

Right at this moment, my parents are in earnest conversation with his parents. I am sitting unblinking in front of my desktop, knots in stomach, splitting headache. I am sure he is feeling the same. When we fell in love, we never thought that road ahead would be so worrying. Maybe everyone goes through this. Maybe they don’t. I don’t know. I don’t care.

It seems to me that I have been split into half. Half of me goes on living this mundane, almost dispensable life and the other half is sitting in a bungalow in a snow capped mountain in Assam., holding hands with him. In the last 10 days, I have dreamt more than I have dreamt in my entire life put together.

Is that what love is all about, because if it is, then I’m in love for the first time.

Can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t tell him I’m nervous. Don’t want him to worry about me on his first day of the new job (though he’s already confessed that he’s losing his mind.)

I feel like bowing my head today and thanking God for all the failed relationships. I want to thank God for the fact that Roshan, Vishak and Prem were such assholes. I want to thank God for the fact that I have bled tears all my life. If things hadn’t been so, I wouldn’t have been this happy today.

Cliched… I know. But I am in love and I don’t care about anything else.

Pray that it goes well today! Amen!

The Wedding Planner – I

As she lies in her bed, she thinks about him, standing in a noisy factory unit. Coughing, cribbing about not being able to touch her lips every morning.

He leans against a piece of machinery and looks at the tea leaves that pass through the trough. He is thinking about her, in a far away land, cuddled up in a fleece blanket.

They are in love. They have never met. But they have begun to shortlist wedding venues, he has already asked her to wear silver on her wedding day. The phone has suddenly become as important as air itself. He plans to spend his life loving her. She plans to spend hers making him happy. He wants to send their kids into the armed forces. She fights with him and tells them they would be artists. They yell at each other – smile.

She tells him how much she loves him. He asks her why… She smiles and calls him a name. He laughs and asks her to rush up and come to him.

They are in Love. So in Love. And I never knew it could feel so good…

Ah. It does feel so good…