Letter to future me by past me

There will be times when your partner will get to your nerves.

There will be times when you will feel like throwing everything in sight or in mind at your partner.

There will be times when your mind is shouting while your face is devoid of any emotion.

There will be times when you will wonder if the universe conspired to set you up with the rare of the rarest ‘patient’ genes and you start abhorring yourself.

There will be times when you have no clue why your partner has no clue about your state of mind.

There will be times when you will want to speak out your state of mind, when a thought will cross your mind shouting you end up doing it every.single.time.

Falafel February

Dear Hubby,

February did not have a fantastic start. Though it ended on a good note. I never imagined our family would one day behave like the soap opera in television. Tears, fights, accusations – the funny thing is things got back on track in less than 24 hours. Blood is thicker than water – whoever said that was absolutely true. But it broke me to see you so sad on our anniversary day because of the previous day infighting between the family members. Sometimes, even if we are a mute spectator in such times, it hurts us likewise. Thankfully, things got sorted out during the anniversary treat cum dinner to the family. Trust me, nothing makes everyone forget everything like a chicken biryani. It is to be seen to be believed. All of you merrily gorged on the delicacies while I was left re-reading the menu as to what to order for myself.

This was the month were we able to go to office and come back home together the most number of times. Your manager needs to be thanked for this. God knows what happened to him in the later months.

We did not do anything out of ordinary on Valentine’s day. Rather on that particular day you got stuck up with some issue at work and came home late.

Planning for your birthday was fun. I know you did not want anything as well as you wanted no celebrations. But I wanted to do something, since I did not do anything last year. Just married and a bit nervous in the new city you see. You might have thought I took lots of efforts since many days, but hardly so. I ordered your gift in Flipkart. Shopped for your new set of clothes on your birthday, taking some time off at work at the nearby mall and while I was on my way back home I picked your cake. See, on your birthday also you had to come late from work. Don’t know why you were so shy cutting your cake. There was no need to pull the niece besides you and hold the knife with her. Remember, even she told only birthday boy should cut his own cake 😛

February ended on a nice note. I am happy that you liked your gift and treasure it. It was amusing to see you getting hyper on misplacing it one day. Tells me you value it. But there was no need of bursting my balloon by telling that you just intended to hide it from the niece because you wanted to play with her and there was no attachment with the gift.

February is the month I started blogging after stalking other blogs for over a year. The sheer intensity and creativity of bloggers awed me. I opened WordPress one day, created a blog and published a post. When I read it again at the end of the day, it sounded downright stupid. So I promptly deleted it. But I wanted to own a blog – where I wrote of my free will. It would be a welcome break from my unending routine of work-home-work. But I could not zero in on the topic. What better than to write about us. That is how this blog was started.

I love you February, you were both – sweet as well as spicy.


Dear hubby

Ten times I tell you the cobwebs need to be removed from the rooms, you hardly pay heed
At the end you do come to my help when you see me doing your deed

Mysteriously, the number loved by me as well as you is nine
We see this number is all things dear, sundry and fine

Everyday, I send you emails sometimes counting upto eight
From you I will have just a single update

Seven days you are working, working and working
While all I do is working, cleaning and cooking

Your nieces and nephews keep pulling my leg now and then with their jokes and tricks
Still, I love and adore each one of the six

Due to the extra generous helpings of the pizza five nights ago
My favourite kurta is showing signs of tear, I feared this you know

Beats me why you need four pairs of clothes for a couple of days visit to the hometown
When you use the same set of jeans and shirt for all things to be done out in the town

Till date, you have given me three gifts
No matter how much I hint for that red rose, you do not get the drifts

Two years ago, I saw you for the first time this day
How eager and nervous I was I cannot say

We smiled at each other the moment we looked
That day when you and me became one, hooked and booked