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Is it the season of love, already?

Firstly, I got kissed (in my previous post).

And now, its only the 12th, and I get a lovely Red Rose from the BF .

Reason?

Nothing, apparently. He just bought it for me. Just like that. No reasons, no excuses.

Am guilty of thinking that he was trying to hide some guilt behind that rose (maybe he wants to make up for not being there to listen to my rants. Or maybe, he feels threatened by my blog….I spend more time on it than with him!!)

But I was wrong.

The BF doesn’t really care for the “Days”. He doesn’t believe that we need to express ourselves on certain days of the year. So, the “Father’s day”, “Mother’s day” kind of scene doesn’t work with him.

Same goes for Valentine’s day.

He doesn’t believe in it.

Over a period of years, I’ve heard him saying a zillion times that he HATES being tied to a day to prove/express his love. Initially, I used to be upset. I mean, which girl doesn’t expect a rose/chocolate/gifts on V-day?? But he would never bow to my wishes. V-day was usually spent with me either at work whole day or at home, if it was a weekend. But never with him.

In a way, I got used to his line of thought.

Because you see, he makes the most mundane day of the week feel like V-day!!

Like this time.

Like last night. The element of surpriseΒ is what actually works. The thought that he took out time to go and buy a rose for me . That, even in his work hours, he spent some time thinking about me. Knowing that after a long day at work and tired after managing the kids in the night, I need something to pep me up. Something to cheer me up and realize that there’s someone who understands me and loves me.

Isn’t that what really matters??

And I’m sad to say that I rarely ever think of him when I’m at work. That I rarely ever get him anything out of the blue.

Now that it IS the season of love, I guess I better make some time to correct my mistake.

I gotta buy him something good today…or maybe by tomorrow….(if I give it to him on V-day, he’ll KILL me πŸ˜€ !!).

Any ideas people?? I absolutely run out of gift ideas for guys!!

PS: If you are wondering why I’m asking for gift ideas publicly, lemme assure you, the BF almost NEVER reads my blog.Β So please send in your ideas asap.

Much Thanks in advance πŸ™‚

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Competing in Silliness

This post isn’t about the twins.

It’s about the BF and me.

(What ?? Can’t we be silly??)

And while at it, sometimes, its difficult to figure out who gets the trophy πŸ˜€

A long time back, maybe a decade ago (yes, make that 10 long years back), me and the BF were in college. We had a large gang and had fun chatting up after lectures before proceeding to our respective houses.

It just so happened, that me and the BF had the same bus-route till a point, after which we parted ways. But just because we used to travel together, the rest of the gang took friendly jibes at our expense. We were the targets of innumerable jokes and taunts. The BF took it in his stride. He was used to guys ribbing each other like this. Hell, he himself used to do it to others.

I hated it. And I hated the fact that the BF didn’t seem bothered. He used to tell me to ignore it all. And somehow, just because he said that, I wasn’t able to. There were times I preferred going alone, but then, like he rightfully pointed out, I was falling prey to their jokes. Giving up a natural friendship, just because others made fun of it seemed illogical. And I really couldn’t argue with that.

Anyhow, before long, we were termed a couple (Shit! I hate the term even NOW!!) . I was tired of negating the accusations. And really, how many people can you really stop?? Believe you me, my very own Bro and Aapa were worried about it. There’s a small instance once, when dear Bro took me to Khadakwasla to gently pry out the secret of my relationship with the BF. I don’t know if I was shocked enough!! Practically choked on the bhel-puri and am yet to get back to liking it as before. Anyhow, I had a fun time going back home and ridiculing Bro in front of Aapa and bags. How could he have thunk it?!! I had a good laugh at his expense. Much later, I found out that Aapa had assigned Bro this task. The Sneaky pests!! And to think we are related by blood!! I could have easily gone for their blood myself!!

In one way, being linked to the BF saved me from the advances of some others who I’d rather not name. Suffice to say, they give me the creeps even now. One of them (lets call him TP) , whom I tried to avoid majorly, stopped himself from proposing when he found out about the BF and me. Thank God for that!!

Anyhow, back in college, during one of our chat sessions , I plucked a few grass twigs lying besides us and deftly fashioned them into a ring. Others oohed and aahed over it. So I made some more. The BF, tried his hand at it and made one too. Since we were “the couple”, the others started pestering us to have a mock engagement with the grass rings. I refused flatly. So did the BF. The joke was going a bit too far. And he could see that I was awfully uncomfortable. We could either deny the whole thing or play along. Denying it was difficult, coz just that day, TP was also present with us. It would make the path open for him if we confessed that we were really not involved.
So we played along (lesser of the two evils). We exchanged the grass rings.

I would have forgotten about it all, if BFC hadn’t made a chance comment on it to the BF (BFC was also a part of our group. I guess, of all the rest, we three are the only ones who are still together).

On hearing about it, I recollected that I still had the ring. Though , after our marriage, I didn’t have a chance to see it, it was preserved safely. Cello-taped at the back of an old telephone diary. Years ago, there were many times when I had thought of throwing it away, but somehow, just couldn’t get myself to. So I left it in my mom’s house (the one in Pune). Safely packed away in bundles of books and notes.

Since parents are visiting Pune next weekend, I went to clean up the house. And I also searched the cupboards to dig up the diary. After all these years, I wanted to surprise the BF. Let him know, that even though it was in jest, I had preserved his ring. He might have given me gold rings after that, but this was the first and the most precious ring by far.

I found the diary where I had kept it last time. The ring was there. And like each time before this, I ran a gentle thumb over its outline, marveling at how fate had brought us together. Who would have thought that years later, I would be able to show the ring to the BF and see the surprise in his eyes.

Rushing back home, I found him engrossed in some stupid movie DVD. I eagerly pulled out the diary, flipped the pages to the end and showed him the ring.

“I didn’t throw it away, you know. I had it with me all these years”.

The BF looked at me with surprise. He was genuinely shocked . I could see the emotions flitting in his eyes. The surprise, the recollection, the love. He gave me a warm smile and said he loved me.

I looked at the ring, the date scribbled under it and was about to mention the large time gap when I saw the BF stretch out his hand towards me. I extended the diary towards him, only to find out that it wasn’t the diary he was asking for.

He was showing me his ring.

The one he had preserved.

In his wallet. All these years.

And I never knew.

I looked up to see him smiling.

It was my turn to be shocked, surprised and in love!!

Couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on his head!! After all, I had least expected him to remember, let alone actually save the ring for so many years!!

We both looked so silly, sitting there, grinning like kids.

At being such sentimental fools.

Yes, we are silly. As silly as could be. And loving every moment of it πŸ™‚

The Rings

Here’s the snap of the old diary, its pages yellow with age. The one cello-taped, is mine (its still a little bit green, since it was well-preserved πŸ™‚ ). The other one on the top is the one which the BF had.

In a way, the BF was more sincere in his sentiments. He had the ring close to him all these years. He kept it with him always. I know that he changed many a wallet in this time span. But he had the ring with him all the time.

It humbles me, you know, the way love catches up with you when you least expect it.

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I believe in love….and so does he

Do you believe in Romance? In love? Passion?? All matters of the heart?

I do.

Deeply.

Am a cynic on the outside and a die-hard romantic on the inside. No wonder I fell in love. No wonder I dreamed of getting married to the BF some day. And I did.

We were lucky to have time on our side. We didn’t rush into our relationship, and neither were we rushed into deciding our future. We had the time, to get to know each other, understand each other. To find out what makes the other tick. To ignore the tiny little idiosyncracies we both have. To bear each other’s anger. To find a common ground among our differences.

But mostly, to LOVE each other.

So, what does love really mean??

Is it the slight twinge in my heart when he is out-of-town on work?

Or the smile that crosses my face as I hear a romantic number?

Is it the lump in my throat when he buys me a rose…for no particular reason?

Or the soft squeeze on my heart as I see him sleeping deeply like a baby?

I don’t know.

But if it’s any one of the above, then you can be sure I am in love.

Irrevocably so.

For me, his way of expressing love was very different. He went out of his way to accept my likes and dislikes.

I love coffee, he HATES it. Yet, he would take me out for coffee and suffer through a mug.

I love Chinese, he HATES it. Yet he would take me to Chinese restaurants and fiddle with the fork and noodles.

I love chocolates, he HATES them. Yet he would buy me bars , just to keep me happy.

I love movies in theaters. He HATES it, preferring to see them at home. Yet, he took me out and suffered sitting in the dark theater for 3 hours.

I love switching on the fan at night. He HATES it because it gives him a sneezing fit. Yet , he lets me keep it on since I can’t sleep otherwise.

I love cold weather, ice creams. He HATES it. Yet he buys me ice-creams and takes me out during winter, though he would much prefer cozying up at home.

We have so many differences between us that even my mother quipped once as to how we two ended up choosing each other!!! (Did I mention I’m short, fat and dark and he’s tall and fair and erm….well built ? And yeah, I’m balding and you can’t see his scalp. Yup, different, we are πŸ™‚ )

We have come a long way. Today, we celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. And how does it make me feel??

Frankly, I don’t think its our anniversary that matters. For social reasons, our relationship is 3 years old.

But we go back much longer. We have completed 11 years of friendship. Of acquaintance. Of being together. Of being there for each other. Through thick and thin. Through good and bad. Through sorrow and joy. Through hardships and smooth sailings. Through job struggles to on site trips. Through separation to getting together.

And now, we are parents. To two adorable babies.

How time flies.

It seems like just yesterday when he used to come to drop me till the bus stop, both of us chatting up on nothing in particular. There was no frisson, no passion, just plain camaraderie. The comfort of being in good company. Of enjoying that company. Did we fall in love then?

Or was it much later…..

I don’t know.

But what I do know is that we were together. And it just seemed right.

It’s as if he was the last piece in the jigsaw of my life. With him in place, the picture was complete.

I was complete.

Is this love?? Kya yehi pyaar hai?

While we are on romantic numbers, this one is very close to my heart.

Since we got married and had twins, we haven’t been able to spend time together as we used to before. I miss that. We do make time to cuddle and catch up with each other’s work, stealing a few kisses whenever we get the chance πŸ˜€

On the passion scale, we are at an all time low.

But on Love, the scales fall short πŸ˜€

So for my third wedding anniversary, I’m kidnapping the BF and spending the day with him (It’s all hush hush for now. Though we have a long weekend, am not planning on an overnight trip simply because we can’t stay away from the kids. And I, personally, cannot sleep without them 😦 ).

Maybe I’ll blog about it later.

Or maybe I wont πŸ˜‰

Anyway, there may not be any new post today.

Have fun people. And if you haven’t said I Love You to your loved one, go ahead and say it.

It’s totally worth it.

Believe me πŸ™‚

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