As I comfortably cuddle up inside my blanket in this wintry November
night, thousands of random thoughts run through my mind. There is something
about November that makes me nostalgic. Mind is a potent tool, isn’t it? Within
moments I find myself dressed as the bride standing alongside R. I count my
blessings, smile and we take vows. Life changes, forever. A smile runs through
my face, tinkles me and makes its way in to my heart. Five years, already? I
ask myself again. Our wedding picture on my study table with the date clearly
mentioned on it, confirms. Yes, five years of Marital Bliss…..Five years of
countless moments of love, laughter and absolute insanity. Today, as I take
stock of these five years that just flew by, I shuffle the memory bank inside
my mind, revisit and re-revisit several moments again. And as soon as I open my
heart, several warm and beautiful memories find their way out, fluttering
around me and playing those moments like a lovely movie in front of my eyes. I
am glued to them and find myself reminiscing over them again and again and
again….
Five years…..Five lovely moments…..Five stories…. R and K,
together, forever.
1. Masala Dosa Vs Pav Bhaji - 2009
R: Let us eat dinner
outside today. No cooking at home. He announced proudly.
K: Yes of course. Let’s
eat Masala Dosa, K suggested.
R: Masala Dosa? His
expression changed. All my bachelor life I have survived on Masala Dosa, not
anymore. Let us have Pav Bhaji instead, he proposed.
K: you must be
kidding. I come from Bombay, the land of Pav bhaji. This is South India, not
Bombay. When in Rome, do the romans. So when in South, do the dosa’s, I charge.
R: Yes, I know but I
don’t want to eat Masala Dosa at all. So let us do this. You eat Masala Dosa
and I eat Pav Bhaji, what say? He beamed anticipating victory.
K: Frowning.
R: Confused. This was
the first time he came across a woman throwing tantrums.
K: Alright…whatever
you say…But where there is love, people eat Masala Dosa for each other. K proclaimed
like a Love Guru.
R: ey? Who said that?
Where did love come here in the first place?
K: Well it did….tears
rolled down K’s cheeks.
R: Okay, we will eat
Masala Dosa. Happy?
You can imagine K
doing a hi-five to herself in her mind and throwing an imaginary fist in the
air. This was the first argument in her marital life and she had won it, with
ease. Well, R in his mind was still confused about love finding its way through
Masala Dosa and Pav Bhaji.
Ah, and all you
lovely friends out there, don’t worry about what happened later. R and K
feasted on delicious Masala Dosa’s with Pav bhaji stuffing inside. They serve
this in MTR, the famous place for all the Dosa cravings in Bangalore.
2. The Golden Bride - 2010
R and K had just
shifted in this new house in a plush locality of Bangalore. It was a humble
home, good enough for a childless couple. K loved it because it had an open
terrace in the front. She was quite new to this “independent house concept” of
Bangalore. All her life she thought a home meant a flat in a huge complex of
the ever crowded city of Bombay. Though the house was beautiful, there was something
annoying about it. It was a pesky neighborhood aunty whose favorite thing to do
was ask people really personal and annoying questions.
K: R, this X aunty
meets me every day when I return from office and asks annoying questions.
R: ignore her and she’ll
get the message.
K: No you don’t get
it. If I don’t answer she thinks I am shy and repeats her question the next
day.
R: Okay, what does
she ask?
K: she asks personal
questions like when are we having babies? How much do I earn? How much you earn?
and how much my father earns? etc etc etc. But today she crossed all limits.
She wanted to know how many kilograms of gold my father has gifted you as a dowry.
R: Really? Darn. She
gets really up, close, & personal with you. R smirked.
K: I am going to tell
her that dowry is an offence and that even she shouldn’t support it. K suggested
R: No, don’t. Just do
as I say, R winked.
The next evening when
K saw the aunty standing at the gate, K smiled inside. She had it from me, K
whispered to herself.
K: Hi Aunty. My
father gave 50 kgs of gold to my husband. Within two years it has increased to
52 kgs. And with the way my husband is pampering gold with pizzas and
ice-creams it will surely cross 55 kgs this year. K said, without any discomfiture.
Well R and K lived in
that house for some more time before moving in to their new apartment. But the
pesky aunty never bothered them again.
P.S.: Gold is 65 kgs
as on today. J
3. Cheap Tricks and the Hired Crow – 2011
Before I let you know
of the cheap tricks, let me help you with some background. R has really nice
long locks and he treasures them. Since he has quite curly locks, he spends
thousands to get them ironed out and another set of thousands to maintain them.
To be honest with you, I sometimes envy his hair. It has got that perfect
luster, strength and grace. But that’s not the point. The point is that after
every ironing session of horribly boring 5 hours, he doesn’t let anyone touch
his hair for a week, at least. Not even his wife and that’s quite annoying at
times.
R: Straight out of
the ironing session moved his hands carefully through his hair. So, how does it
look K?
K: Lovely, as ever.
Can I touch it please? I love doing that. K exclaimed.
R: Naa…not today…may
be a week later. Right now I need to be careful.
K: Yeah but I just
want to run my fingers through it, K explains.
R: Cheap tricks ey,
K? R winks.
K: very funny…K
frowns. And 3 years of living together gave no room for any emotional atyaachar
either. So K gave up.
As K and R walked
outside the salon towards their car, several people ogled at R. Some were
envious of his locks, some were amazed and some were just impressed. But K was
indifferent. As soon as they got inside the car, K burst into an unstoppable bout
of laughter. She laughed so much that tears welled up in her eyes. R was
stunned. He knew that K had her episodes of maniacism (as he called it), but
this was the first time in public.
K: Let me help you. I
shall clean it for you. K removed a tissue from the tissue box and leaned
towards R’s shiny locks while simultaneously trying to control her laughter.
R: These tricks won’t
work on me anymore, K, R winked again.
K: yeah Mr. James
Bond. My tricks don’t work on you anymore, thus I hired a crow and he has quite
nicely pooped on your freshly ironed hair. And K burst in to another bout of unstoppable
laughter. As R promptly looked at himself in the rear view mirror he too couldn’t
help but laugh at this episode.
Well, since then K
& R often laugh at this incident. And yes, K and only K has been issued the
license to run her fingers through R’s hair just after he has burnt thousands
on them in a plush salon of Bangalore.
4. A little shying – 2012
R: when your parents
come to see us this year we will visit Ramanshree California Resort again, what
say?
K: WOW! That’s a
wonderful idea. Let’s visit it on 5th itself. I added.
R: Okay.
5th July
is when R and K got engaged and this day held special importance in their life.
And the resort where they exchanged the rings had lovely memories of this
event. Hence whenever an opportunity arrived to visit the place, R and K
grabbed it with both hands.
As planned, R and K visited Ramanashree
California Resort on 5th July 2012 along with K’s parents. They
relished the yummy food, walked in the lawn for some time, and shared many
peals of laughter.
K’s mother: K, I have
never seen you shying like newlywed brides do. K’s mother teased her.
K: I am no more a newlywed
bride Maa, K replied.
K’s mother: I know
but I have never seen my daughter as a shy girl ever. Not even during her
wedding, Sigh!
K: Hmmm, well it’s
better late than never. K smiled. She walked up to a tree in the lawn and
gestured her mother & R to join her. She then stood like a shying girl in
black and white movies and R somehow managed to control his laughter. The
moment was captured by K’s mother in the form of a picture though R still
thinks that K looked amazingly funny and laughs like a maniac every time he
even thinks about it.
Often when the entire
family comes together, the picture becomes a hot topic of discussion.
5. The Best proposal – 2013
K: R, it feels like
yesterday that we fell in love, isn’t it?
R: Yes. I still can’t
believe we have walked together for almost five years now.
K: I treasure this
journey. You are the best husband ever.
R: Right back at you
girl.
K: But R, you never
formally proposed me, K said playfully
R: Of course I did.
That’s when you said “Yes” and we got married. Isn’t it?
K: yeah, but you
never went on your knees and opened up a ring box, like how they do in movies.
R: hmmmm, well as you
say, I don’t have a romantic bone. R smiled mischievously and the conversation
ended.
But then it had only
ended for K. The conversation was still alive inside him. R along with K’s
mother planned a wonderful surprise for her. On 5th July 2013 as K
was gearing up for a small celebration, she was made to stand in the center of her
living room with her eyes closed. And after a few moments as she opened her
eyes, she found a tall, dusky, handsome man with long locks on his knees,
holding a small, beautiful ring in his hand.
R: Will you marry me,
K? I am head over heels for you.
K’s heart was filled
with warmth and she smiled ear to ear. The dimples on her cheeks expressed the
extent of joy she felt within her.
Without a moment of
hesitation, she said, YES, YES, forever YES.
It is through these moments of absolute maniacism and giggles
that we have found love. These moments kept us going through the trying times
of our lives. It certainly feels like yesterday when on the 9th of November, R said I do, and I echoed,
I do too!
Happy Anniversary "R". When I count my blessings, I count you twice...or may be a hundred thousand times.
Love,
Khushi!
4 comments:
:) Lovely blog Khush... May God bless you a wonderful life and many more lives of togetherness ... May you be blessed with happiness, peace and prosperity always...
Wish you a very happy 5th wedding anniversary...
Nice one K, seems almost like taken out of a book/novel !!
Many more happy returns of the day...ever lasting joy of togetherness...MR & Mrs Rakesh...!!!
Kushi, i liked your narration very much...keep going...!!!
Srivalli.
Thanks to all you lovely people! :)
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