Before marriage life was so blissful, hot and happening. It was always so romantic with my girlfriend. We used to go on dates everyday, texted each other while working in office and talked on phone night long.
We couldn’t wait to get married and start a family. We had even decided the names we would give to our babies, the features and traits we want in them, our honeymoon location etc.
After marriage, life as we know, it changed, and ‘drastically’ is the adjective i must highlight. I hailed from a traditional Hindu, joint family. Piya was a Christian who always wanted to get married into a Hindu family, maybe she liked the traditions and warm, cultural dominance of it. However, to be Honest I wasn’t even sure that our families would agree to our marriage but Piya, she was positive from the beginning.
Our first night and the honeymoon phase in Ireland was the only time we had shared some intimacy. Once we got back at home life became an uphill task.
It was very difficult for Piya to adjust into the new atmosphere – Joint family. She was allowed to go to office only because we worked at the same company. She had to follow that plethora of rituals and customs at home.
Every night whenever I tried to get close to her she would get all irritated and say :
“Sho please! Am not in the mood today. I need some sleep. Unlike you, I have to wake up early in the mornings, take a bath in the chilling water, go to the temple and start with the household chores. You are always in a holiday. I have to work both at home and at the office. I’m tired Sho. Goodnight “
I would stare at the ceiling digesting her rant. “Have I really brought this on myself? Was marrying Piya a bad decision? No, Not at all. I love her a lot and want to wake up every morning by her side. Things will be alright once she gets used to her ‘Sasuraal’ “.
A lot many things were changing. Earlier I was the centre of attention in her world but now it was Naniji, Nanaji, Mummy ji and all other ji’s. She was doing her best to be a good daughter – in – law.
We used to talk about so many things before marriage, mainly centered to lives of the two of us but now everything revolved around families. The likes and dislikes of every family member, recipes, dishes and housekeeping, this was her new project assignment so far.
Piya had changed from the modern, sazzy, laid-back woman to a traditional Indian woman doing her best to fit in the odds. “I feel i have just landed from a village. Where is that Piya who used to kiss me in public places, who used to click endless lovey-dovey selfies and cracked jokes with me, and sometimes on me.”
I thought that before the situation gets any worse I must do something. I planned a surprise vacation for us. I had already spoken to our boss and got leave.
Piya had always wanted to go to Goa with me. I made all the arrangements and told her the news. She was very happy and surprised. Initially she had her inhibitions like what her mother-in-law would say, what about office and household chores. She seemed in anxiety that was making me feel bad for her, for both of us.
After convincing her that everything and everyone would be fine, she finally agreed.
Goa trip was like our second honeymoon. My gun was loaded all ready to shoot at the target. We enjoyed a lot. She took me to Bom Jesus Church where we lit a candle together and prayed silently.
Karva chauth was round the corner and it was very important for Piya as it would be the first time that she would do the puja and keep the fast. She was looking so beautiful and dazzling. At the time of the proposed ritual, both of us were out on the terrace, she looked at the moon first and then she looked at me and………
Golly! Was I looking that hideous. Anyways, everybody panicked and I lifted her in my arms and laid her on the bed. Somebody had already called the doctor. The doctor came and performed a quick check up while all of us waited outside.
Naniji was in a mood. She was like, “Girls these days are so weak they can’t make a fast. We kept fasts for a week and were always so fit and active.” She was interrupted when the doctor came out and said that Piya was fine. She fainted as she hadn’t had any food or water the whole day, especially in this situation. She asked me to bring her to the clinic tomorrow for further tests.
I was confused about the ‘situation’. I asked the doctor about it and she said that fasting during pregnancy is not good.
My heart lept with joy! It was a wonderful moment for me. I was so happy. I went inside and kissed Piya. She was blushing so much. Everybody congratulated and blessed us. I informed her parents as she was feeling very shy to tell them.
I still remember that night. Having a baby is such a beautiful gift and symbolism of the love we share. I couldn’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.
The pregnancy stages that followed was a nightmare for me. Piya had become so cranky and she had such weird cravings that too in the middle of the night. She had become so emotional and her morning sickness always made me feel guilty.
Nevertheless it was an experience that I always cherish. The walks we took. The way her body changed. I used to click her pictures every month. Anyone can see that divine glow on her face. In bedtime, she used to keep her head on my chest gently and used to ask innocent questions like :
“Sho will I be a good mother? Whose eyes the baby would resemble? You want a girl or a boy? I want a baby girl. What if we have twins, it would be awesome! Hey do you think I am being biased and evil to wish for a baby girl.”
I loved her innocence. She was so sweet and then I watched her sleep with our baby.
Life was wonderful. We were complete.
What happened after the baby and how our equation changed is a different story.
But I know this that I will always love my sweetheart and my baby.
‘A moment in my arms and a lifetime in my heart’