Anniversary

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Thirteenth Wedding Anniversary. “How has been your journey so far?” Asked a well-wisher.

The question took me directly to the day we were married. No! It took me to the day we first met. A typical arranged marriage set up in a traditional family household. A check on horoscope and family background was the only research taken up by the members of the family. Date was fixed for a formal meeting. One country but two different states.

The boy’s flight was delayed. He was to reach around lunch time. The assorted memory  of mother rushing through the kitchen, planning a lunch for a total stranger and his family; and the repeated commanding tone to “tidy up your hair and face” echoing  in the hallway is etched forever .

Short hair, what could be done was a bigger issue. The boy’s rejection may be just on those grounds “you see”. “Oh. Please smile. It enhances your features.”  “Chose a lighter colour, it will improve your complexion.” To quote and unquote some concerned family members.

The bell rang. One last minute scrutiny on my surrounding and me. Father opened the door. Brother stood next to him and nodded; the code between brother and sister, a reply to “He should be a few inches taller than me.”

I stood behind, watching.Our eyes met over the many heads.

Fifteen minutes of get-to-know family business and 10-minutes of boy meets girl separately.  He began to speak. “I want you to know….” There, he listed his vices first, including his workaholic nature. I chose the same order to introduce myself. He laughed and I fixed a smile. No typical questions and trained answers. Expectation none. Demands none. “Just be yourself.”

Waiting for their response was the longest.  “They’ve to reach home, speak to their people and then they will call.” My father told my grandparents.

The phone rang….  The senior family members began to congratulate each other.  Their delighted eyes turned to me. “Tell us about the meeting. What did he ask you? How did you behave?” “I was being myself. There were no conventional, regular questions.” I left them wondering.

Yes. That’s the answer. “Journey has been the same so far. Nothing has changed post marriage. We’re, what we would say, “just being ourselves.”

As for conditions apply, love, respect and understanding just followed the course.”

Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

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Hope

I painted a house in red

On my yellow feature wall.

“No, I am safe,”

I call out to my family.

“Worry not, I am fine,”

I speak again to the concerned voices.

“Red, is unconditional love

Symbolic of a binding Christmas;”

I look for togetherness

In a warm or cold home;

“Wish every day of love

In every life filled in happiness.”

The fairly lights in the neighbourhood bright,

I see angels everywhere.

I look again

Where the chorus echoed.

Into the darkness at midnight

Wishing New Year of hope.

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Deep

Did you just say

You gave me extra ketchup?

Is it out of love

Or being in love?

Either way, love is beautiful;

Give a form you love to name.

So, why not test the colour –

How deep is the red?

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It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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Wish Finds…

Wish not to get the equilibrium displaced with change that accompany relationship. Love, life and light banters are refreshing. A mental note added, a detour is possibility.

Bags readied

for scheduled journey

lay lost in the corner stand.

 “I hear you not complain this time. ” He teased.

“I love the game of independence, in dependence.” I smiled.

Wish finds its way.

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Love…

Love didn’t speak to me…

Embracing everyone with kindness;

Forgave him, her, me and I.

Is it Ephemeral?

Judge not…  for, it’s conduit;

Gratitude abundant.

“Show us your path?”

“None….” Resonated.

Feelings of tranquillity settled;

Mind listened and my heart hummed.

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