It seems quite incredible that we have been married for 2 whole years now. Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were still dating? And yet, it also seem like we’ve been married for ever. Married or otherwise, we have known each other for 13 years, which, I keep telling Tanmoy, can not be a very auspicious number.
We’ve been friends for so long that when we got married, it was actually pretty weird. Before the weirdness of the situation could fully hit us, Tanmoy came to Canada. It was only when I finally joined him 3 months later that the reality started to sink in slowly. We weren’t ‘just friends’ any more. Nor were we ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’. We were now husband and wife, meant to live together always. Those first few weeks were strange – the feeling that this fun couldn’t last, that either his parents or mine were going discover us and be horrified to find us living together and order us back to our respective homes (much chastised) wouldn’t go away. That it never happened still seems somewhat strange to me, but we slowly got used to the idea that my parents now actually wanted me to ‘live with a boy’ (hawwww) and his weren’t checking on him to see if he was with me! Continue reading