MiM tagged me for this one quite some time ago. And I’ve been putting it off. Oh dear, I’m not too good at tags are I!
But today is a special day. Thrown all out of gear because Goosh and I are here in Bangalore. While HD has been trotting across India all day Indore->Bombay->Patna->Delhi. Yep all in one day. And he takes the early morning flight back to Indore tomorrow.
Of all the things, my one regret is that I just dont feel we’ve gotten enough time together. Before shaadi, we met up on weekends. After shaadi, we still met up only on weekends. He worked night shifts while I worked day. He moved to day-shift, when we moved to Indore. But it was a min of 12 hrs a day, 6 days a week. So again he was hardly there. And now he’s in Indore, while I’m in Bangalore. We both spend way much more time with office junta than with each other.
But still, there’s the bond that connects like no other. That makes me go all mushy and weak in the knees when I think of him. Even when I’m foaming at the mouth about something he did – or didnt do. I’m still as nutty about him as the first day we met.
1.Hooked,booked and cooked: I used to be a tough one. The I-dont-want-to-get-married; I-dont-need-a-guy-in-my-life; i-can-do-everything-by-myself types. And the first time I met him, I was all prepared to cut him up like I had all the other ‘proposals’. Instead, we ended up talking for a good 4 hours or so. Like we’d known each other a long long time. Within the year, we were married. Another year, and Goosh decided to join us.
2. Not a son-in-law: He’s not a son-in-law to my parents. He’s their eldest son. The first time he went over to Indore and stayed with my parents, Dad, not quite able to digest it, exclaimed in a rather surprised manner, “yeh to kunwar sahab jaisa behave hi nahi karte”. Dad’s still so amazed and kicked that HD is so free and comfortable with them. That he doesnt put on all the airs and pompousness son-in-laws are known to in that part of the world.
3. Belief: He believes in me. More than I do. More than my parents do. He believes I can do anything at all in the world, if I want to. And the best thing is that he’ll stand right by me through it all.
4. Goosh: He held Goosh even before I did. HD was there right through the first week in hospital, right through those first clueless nights.
5. He pampers me like a little girl. He makes me laugh. He holds my hand. He lets me fall asleep on his lap, every time we watch TV. He loves everything I cook and eats without fuss. He praises my aloo chawal no end. [He also insists I get a one of those fancy phones with a qwerty keyboard so that I can blog full time! 😉
Happy Birthday HD!