This is the first time in life that someone got me to write. You are an incredible woman. I like you, I want to fall in love with you. He wrote in his freshly picked diary. His parents wanted him to get married. Now that he was twenty-seven and has a decent employment and nothing to hustle for in the near future, He said okay, why not. He had never dated a woman in life. Never really had any serious crushes. This was all new to him, he was rather too late. That morning was really pleasant, something he didn't quite expect. He arrived at her house with his family, he was greeted by her father and maternal uncle.All the ladies were in a room, shuttling between the room and the kitchen. He wasn't nervous,he just wasn't.Nor was he very curious. That was the time,like the start of any other typical marriage prospect process-she walked in with a tray full of desi snacks.The first thing that struck to him in milliseconds of seeing her walk in was "She's beautiful.". Yet,there was something unusual about her, she wasn't shy at all.Her eyes didn't look down at least for once.If not shy,what was it?Was she like "Neelambari" from the classic Rajni movie?No.She wasn't a shy girl,nor she looked arrogant.She smiled while she served everyone.She looked into his eyes and smiled while serving him. He felt a little blown. Then, it was the time for the normal awkward discussions."Where did you study?""Where do you work?". Thank god for the changed times,his mother was interested in knowing her hobbies not whether she cooked or not. It was a not-so-typical congregation of two orthodox families.She glared at her dad when he stated bluntly- the fact that she had been a naughty kid and she still was.Everyone laughed. It was less awkward and more of a happy time. They then sent the girl and the boy off to have those ten minutes to decide the rest of their lives. How iconic. They went to the rooftop garden and started off talking normal topics- education, work and priorities. They were both on par. She asked him," do you like me? Like are you in for this?"."I really like your personality, like there's no filter",he said. "And I really like that you're tolerant about it" saying which she flashed a smile."Let's give this a try.." she said,"..There's nothing to lose. I like you too." There were their parents almost fixing dates and here they were making a pact,venturing into "Choice" from "arbitrary agreement". There's a thing with middle class kids, they want to venture but won't dare to go too far- which is probably why their parents are happy at the least and themselves confused.The pact was-If any one of them do not like the other, they need to state that and break off immediately.Because, marriage is not a small choice. Fortunately, they didn't break off.They hung out for quite some time.Parents thought it was some pre-engagement dating,indifferent of the fact that the kids were experimenting their likes. It all went extremely smooth. All this while,he had been writing in his diary about how he was gradually growing to like her so much.Every single day. They had gotten engaged and later married. Everyone was happy, but never did they confess love to each other.Everything that came of her mouth was either sarcasm or stupid jokes,sometimes, deep philosophical life thoughts, so they never got to that topic He thought she needed more time. Since he respected the notion of "space" and similar things, he never brought it up. When he rose to tie taali(mangalsutra/holy marriage string,etc.), they both looked into each other's eyes. His heart banged against his chest like mad shit,hers did too,only that he didn't know. To marry her-felt like an achievement to him. The night of marriage, he went back and sat down to write all of this in the diary that he had started writing for her.Did he confess in the diary at least?No. He used to write "I like her eyes", "I like her smile" and recount the stupid jokes she had cracked. Now that she was there right next to him, he slipped to one corner and started pouring out his emotions into the diary. She was rolling on the bed,playing on her phone,completely indifferent of the man's passion for her. She asked "what's that?". He was baffled,short of words.With a blank expression on her face she said,"Oh, personal diary? Don't worry, go on.. " "I'm a person who respects space",she boasted. They played ludo lying next to each other,she would hit him every time he made a killer move.They were best friends after all.She reminded him of the ritual that had to be performed the next morning,they fell asleep. The next morning he woke up to see her all dressed up,she urged him to get ready too.His mom called upon her. "aa athayya vasthunna"(M.I.L ,I'm coming) . While she was about to leave,he said," wait a minute" "what? " "you look beautiful" This is by far the biggest killer move made in his life.She blushed a little and said "I know that.Thank you", she smiled and left.All he knew was that he was utterly attracted to her,he was happy that she was his wife. Their marriage was a good one,no show off and shit.It was a basic grand traditional wedding.There wasn't sangeet for both of them considered it shit. After a few post marriage rituals,they moved to their own brand new house.He had bought it on loan. She was firm when she said"My earnings are not ornamental,I'm going to repay alongside you,It's our family after all." They started settling down with work and taking good care of each other. He was pretty sure by then that he was in love with her. Madly. Up to the brim. So the time had come.He decided to confess- in his diary. He wrote in bold letters "I LOVE YOU". They used to cook together on weekends, trying out YouTube recipes.On one such Sunday,they lay on bed to chat after a hearty meal.She started off with her stupid jokes to which it was again her who laughed uncontrollably.He stopped to take a moment off just to stare at her admiringly, completely lost.She noticed that he was lost. She stopped laughing, looked into his eyes and said "I love you too" , like it was pouring out of his eyes,how would she not know? He said "Ahaa "Too" Enti, nen cheppaanaa" (What's that "too" in between, did I say "I love you"?)She said blushing "kanipisthundi le"(it's seen). He'll pulled her close and said "I love you" almost touching her lips.She said," I love you too emandi". He went crazy at how she addressed him. All he could do was -say "Fuck" And kiss her. They kissed like shit.
She asked jokingly with a shy smile,"why are you acting like a man?".
"I am the man you are the wife. Shut up and kiss me". They kissed and kissed and kissed. They stopped and laughed,they cuddled and told each other how much they loved each other.
That night he wrote, " I told my love that I love her ".
To be continued:
Picture credits: @joyeeta.joyart.
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