Love is a much-talked subject. Almost every one of us would have experienced love in different forms.
Coming from a conservative family, love was a topic never to be discussed in my home.. Today it is so common to see people falling in love and love marriages are mostly welcomed. I studied in all girls’ school, so hardly had any interaction with the boys. My school was about 2kms away from my home. My dad would never miss a day to drop me at school as he was so scared to send me in a crowded bus. Overprotective dad! I would come home myself after school. Public transport was the only source for the girls of my housing estate to get connected with the boys of other schools. We had fun travelling in the bus. Some of my friends had boyfriends. They always whispered and talked nonstop. It was fun to hear their gossips every day. It was difficult to understand the puppy love those days. During one of our English lessons, we had a conversation about the Legendary Cricket Player Sachin Tendulkar. The teacher told us many things about him. I fell in love with Sachin. I badly wanted to marry him in my Grade 7. I was so crazy for him that I was ready to run away from home to marry him.
It is said that the teenage is a delicate age to handle and there will be crushes and infatuation at this age. Unfortunately, I never had the experience as my dad was always protecting me from the forces. After my high school, when I enrolled for the degree, dad was again so desperate to find a women’s college by hook or crook. I was not angry with dad and never underestimated his faith in me. It is difficult being parents. One has to be in their shoes to experience it. Finally, dad gave up his searches and I joined the college. I and dad agreed mutually – dad’s request to me that I should not commit to any relationship during my course of study. My demand to dad was he should stop being the driver for me and allow me to explore the world myself. That was a fair deal to us. I imagined that there would be ragging in the college compound on my 1st day. Seems, god was too dramatic with me again. There was hardly any ragging and boys were so calm and nerdy in my department. I got used to the class and really picked good boys and girls as friends. However, love does not ask for permission. Most of the girls in my department, including me, fell in love with the lecturer. His way of teaching, his mannerism and his gestures probably pulled us towards him. But one day, he came to the class to invite us to his marriage. That was the end of the second love. After that, there were not many distractions as I concentrated in my studies. . So without any complaints, I finished my degree successfully.
I started working. At least I could have tried to fall in love without wasting a chance.. But somehow that never happened to me. It was high time my parents wanted to marry me off and decided to advertise my profile in the matrimonial website. Here is where I met K. K had his profile on the website. He sent a request to view his profile. Not sure, why I did not have a liking for him at the first time. I deleted my profile and again parental pressure forced to reactivate the profile. I had a couple of messages from K. One of his messages attracted me, and I fell in love with him. I took a print of his details and showed my parents. Thereafter the parents were connected and discussed further proceedings. K was working abroad and I was in India. We were told that K would not be able to make it for the engagement. My parents hesitated because we would be getting to see the boy only on the day of marriage. My mom did not want to proceed further. She was adamant because, before K, we had a proposal from a boy. He posted his photo. He was medium built and good looking. The parents called us and fixed a date to meet in person. As promised, a couple in their early sixties and a man in early 30s came. The couple introduced the man as their son, who had sent us the photo. The looks were totally contrasting. The photo had curly hair, with a medium built body. But the man who came with the couple was completely bald with a high raised tummy. The man was very keen to marry but my dad refused politely without hurting them. This being the reason, my parents hesitated to confirm the alliance with K. But I did not give up. For the first time, I decided to break the rules. I told my dad to proceed with the alliance no matter how K looked. I was ready to marry him even if he was bald, fatso or handicapped. For the first time, my dad never argued with me. He agreed immediately. He convinced mom that I already started liking K, and it was better to proceed with it. The dates were finalized and the big day came. We went to the airport to receive K. The flight was delayed and we waited for five hours to see the man of my dreams. Our heart palpitated. Dad was sweating and shaking despite the cool weather. Mom was praying hard to all her favorite gods and my grandmother was checking the time every five minutes. My brother was cool and I was double cool. I was confident to marry K no matter his looks. Although we saw his snaps, my parents were in a doubt fire, reminded of the past experience. Meanwhile, we heard the flight announcement. K’s parents had come to receive him. I bought a flower bouquet to receive K. The moment we saw him, my heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome fair and tall. He looked so stylish and I was kinda dumb. He did not give a crazy smile like I did. I smiled cheesily showing all my teeth , urghhh..such a broad bandwidth smile. I thought he would talk to me for a couple of minutes before leaving the airport. He smiled, waved his hand, accepted my flower bouquet, talked to my parents and went to the car. He never bothered to talk to me. I was completely disappointed and shattered because I never expected this. Two days later the marriage celebrations started. I was happily married to the guy I blindly fell in love with.
We will be completing 18 years of our marital bliss in a few months from now. I still ask K why he never bothered to talk to me in the airport. I have been seeing his sarcastic smile for 17years whenever I ask him this question. Maybe he thought me crazy or mad, I dont care because Love is in the air for sure!
Aren’t we Made for each other?
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