Quite a crazily proud proclamation as it may be- but yes! am married….to the man I knew was the one quite tailor made for me. The realization had struck me the very first time we exchanged emails….and rituals, customs, lal benarasi sari, topor mathay bor, a rather warm December day and the big fat bong wedding over……almost a year later since the day we keyed in a few words through a very formal mail on our parents’ insistance- I, sorry, ‘we’ stick to that.
People often ask me whether it is an arranged marriage, how did we meet and stuff. I suppose people going through our wedding website must have an idea by now(the one I laboriously did content writing for and my utterly geeky tech friendly hubby dearest supervised :p). We met through a very traditional arranged matchmaking set up where our parents talked first….saw whether our educational, professional and family backgrounds were compatible. But somewhere I started believe in the lore- ‘every marriage is based on love’- without that it just cannot survive.
Yesterday or the day before that while setting up our new place in the city of my dreams- Calcutta- I asked him a question- “did we actually have an arranged marriage”. “We had a marriage….a lovely one…Let’s not call it names”.
I think that profoundly describes it. He is surely the best best thing to have happened to me in a really long, long time…..and I hope it stays like that for years to come. I am not saying that because of the unlimited shopping bonanza he treated me to while in Bangkok. But for the way he held my hand and reassured me while that scarily dangerous snake show in Phuket. To the time we held and hands and took small baby steps in the pristine green waters in Phi Phi….Cheers….here’s to many more to come.
Love you Deep. Stay the way you are. I love those fights we have over who is a better cook. And you know I love cooking for you. Thanks for gulping down the gibberish. Thanks for the wonderful family that I added to my own kitty. A mom in law who cooked me a proper six course Bengali meal on my birthday right after the wedding.
The day I turned twenty three, I was holidaying in Agra…visiting probably the most romantic monument on earth- the Taj Mahal with my family…..I had one day thought of finding someone whose love was a as pure as the “subhro sommujol” Taj Mahal…..never knew by the time the days took a turn and I grew a year younger, my life will be so different…for the better. Never knew I will meet you.
Thank you is not enough. **Touchwood** (Am very scared of the evil eye) 🙂