Sunday, January 4, 2015

Together Forever....

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 50; the fiftieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

She was tired of being the perfect homemaker. He was sick of standing up to expectations. She was bored of the same routine, day after day, for what seemed like eternity. He wished the monotony of his work-home-work life could change. She longed for those days when life was a little less complicated, a little less luxurious but a lot more happy. He hoped to return to those days when he thought less and did more. They both wondered if love had flown out the window leaving behind two machines, churning out what was expected of the other. Maybe when you have been married for more than a decade, life did become predictable.They both wondered if they meant anything to each other at all. They had never asked, they had never told and they had never been told.

Today, it had been raining like hell had decided to unleash all its fury on the world below. “I guess I’ll have to work from home today,” he said as he cursed the rain. She didn’t say anything but she cursed the rain nevertheless. The kids were at her parents and she was supposed to join them today. She sighed and returned to the kitchen and cooked and cleaned as was the routine while he tapped away furiously on his laptop. She saw him stealing glances at her every now and then. During their earlier days of marriage, she would have returned back the glances and maybe even flirted with him. But now she didn't even know if the glances meant what they did in those days. Maybe he was just hungry and was wanting to know if food was ready. She served lunch and they ate in silence as they did on most days now. The routine tired her up easily these days. She retired to her room for an afternoon nap. 

And then, she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Sleeping?” he asked her.

“Umm hmm” she replied.

He lay down besides her, wrapping his hand around her waist. That, kind of surprised her, but she liked the warmth of his palm on her stomach. She closed her eyes thinking of how long it had been since he had found any time for her.

“I wonder what I would have done if I hadn’t married you,” he said burying his face into the back of her neck, snuggling for comfort, and breathing in the aroma of shikakai in her hair.

She felt his warm breath and cold nose nudging her neck, knowing what would happen next. He had never said anything like that before, and she was sure he would follow it up with a quirky husband joke that was making rounds on whatsapp nowadays. She did not make an attempt to say anything. Let him crack his measly joke, she thought and pretended to sleep.

“My life would have been a mess.”

Surprised, she turned to face him.

“You know, I owe you so much. You sacrificed your career to look after the kids. I am amazed how well you bring them up. Thank you giving me these lovely children and raising them so perfectly.” And then he leaned in to kiss her.

She didn’t know what she should say. This was pretty unexpected. She just smiled.

“It is just because you manage the home, our parents and kids so well, that I have been able to focus on work and get to where I am today. I owe my success to you. You know exactly what I need, you push me to do my best, and you accept with all my flaws and believe in me like no one does. I tell everyone what a lucky guy I am to have found you, but I realized I never told you that."

Yes, he had never told her thatShe had never told him that either. 

She had always thought he took her for granted. She craved for his appreciation, but wondered if he ever knew how hard she worked to keep everything going so smoothly. But he knew. And that pleased her no end.

Both lay side by side lost in some thought. Maybe, wondering how often they had taken their partner for granted, not recognising all that they did for each other.

"By the way, did I tell you the food was awesome today? It always is. That is why I married you in the first place!" He winked as she rolled her eyes.  "I love you,”he said giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I love you too" she said and gave him a peck on his cheek, trying to suppress a tear that threatened to flow out.

“I wonder how your life would have been if you hadn’t married me. Would you have been happier?” he asked.

 Did he think she was regretting marrying him? She had been lost in her own world these days, but marrying him had been the biggest joy of her life. He must know that. 

“I am happy I married you,” she said, “I wouldn’t have been happier with anyone else.”  She felt good saying this to him. “Who else would have supported me the way you do? Who else would have taken care of my parents with the love and respect that you do? You are the first person I think of when in a crisis and the first person I think of when I am bursting with happiness. You are the only one who understands my silence as well as my temper.”

“Sshhh….” He put a finger to her lip. “If my friends listen to this it will be blasphemous, they could jail me for understanding "the wife"…” he said in all seriousness.

They both burst out laughing.

“Who else can dare to tell me that I look awful in that yellow saree or know that I can crave for chocolates in the middle of the night and magically produce it out of nowhere,” she continued, still laughing, and letting the tear find its way out of her eye.

“Ahh…yes, you and your midnight cravings! The trips you made us take to ice cream parlours when we were about to have Sonu.”

“‘I’ was the one who had Sonu” she corrected. And then as an afterthought, “No you had him too! I remember that pain on your face inside the labour room. No one could say for sure if I having a baby or you!” she teased.

They burst out laughing again and then held each other so close like they’d never let the other go. It was not just enough to love. It was as important to let your loved one know. There was an amazing security in knowing that you are loved as much.

“Did you know, the Greek mythology has a story,” he said, gently stoking her hair, “Once upon a time, long long ago, all people had four legs and two heads. And then the gods threw down thunderbolt and split everyone into two. Each half had two legs and one head now. But the separation left both sides yearning to be reunited, because they shared the same soul. And ever since the souls search for their soulmate all through their lives.”

“I am happy our souls got united,” she said kissing him all over, “or else I would have to wander forever searching for you.”

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