I think its time now for me to allow my other half his share of the mushiness.
We've been married now for 16 months and while you golden oldies may scoff, to me that's quite significant. I married at an age I never thought I would commit, at 25, barely out of uni and dipping my toes into the workforce, nothing substantial to my name or my status. At at time when many of my friends were still single and I was seen to be the rebellious girl who would never commit young.
Then came along Mr. P. At a farewell party for a mutual friend in Sydney, I walked in after a 3 hour drive from interstate, scanned the room, smiled to see all my favourite people altogether, drink in hand, ready for a great evening. I handed my friend one of about 5 travel journals he'd received as a farewell gift (oops..sounded original at the time) and was struck by the presence of a stranger. A stranger who eyed me briefly, looked away and eyed me again. I pulled up one of my friends asking, rather annoyed, who that strange person was gatecrashing my friend's farewell. Some guy from London came her eloquent, informative response. Brief introductions were made, more glances exchanged, and at the end of the evening, phone numbers.
I didn't make much of the phonecalls and SMS's, pretty standard new friend procedure. And I was reluctant to fall for someone who I knew would inevitably return to the U.K. And as fate would have it, as brief as our encounter was, so was our parting. He left to continue his travels overseas and I flew off to India to start a new and exciting career...
I never expected meeting again, by pure coincidence, in Bangalore. He was there on holidays, I was there for work. I didn't know he was coming, nor did he realise I was there. At midnight the night before I was finishing off some work online when a message cropped saying he was flying to India the next day...to Bangalore, where I was to be based for a week to conduct some interviews before heading back to Gujarat.
We spent our time catching up, meeting friends, chilling out. But it was only as we parted that we realised something had changed. The dynamic was different...it wasn't as easy to let go.
Days passed and I was in Pune for work, he was in the South, temple hopping with friends. I'd get the odd call or SMS but within me, I felt a radical shift had taken place from Bangalore. I asked if he felt the same, he agreed, and I almost ran screaming in the other direction....but I couldn't, not anymore.
Running away is something I do well, and have done many times to escape a tricky situation, but life feel very suddenly seemed diminshed when I felt like he wasn't in the picture. Suddenly what would normally be a normal day became a better day with him there, life was filled with hope and wonder and joy. And while I thought the honeymoon would end, I am proud to say that I still feel the same, if not more for him everyday.