It is our marriage anniversary today. 5 years. This is some landmark na? It's not quite golden or silver...but maybe bronze? Copper? Something? Help me out here!
Anyway, it may not be commemorated by any precious metal but what the hell! I believe that 5 years is a long time. So much has changed - and yet, much remains the same. Actually, that sentence is completely meaningless but I've always wanted to use it.
Wow! I am rambling on and on, aren't I? I have no idea what to write. I can't say anything very gushy or romantic as this is a public space. And neither am I able to be my usual flippant self about this.
I guess I will just balance it...
...By saying that I am lucky enough to be married to the most amazing and wonderful and unselfish man in the whole world...
...And to counter that mushy sentence, I will now narrate last night's conversation...
Exhausted Vijay puts Peanut to sleep and falls into bed next to Y.
Y: Honey, have you brushed?
V: (wearily, stifling a groan) Yes, I have.
Y (suspicious because she knows he hates brushing at night and has to be reminded daily): Really?
V: (indignantly) Of course
Y: (snuggling up, not really wanting him to get up) Okay, promise?
V: (closing his eyes, sighing) I promise.
Y: (knows him too well) Promise you have brushed?
V: (without missing a beat, gaining confidence) Promise!
Y: (all the suspicions returning) Promise you brushed today?
V: (thinks a bit) Promise!
Y: Promise you brushed at night?
V: (pauses to consider this one) Promise!
Y: Promise you brushed TOnight?
V: ( Inaudible guilt-ridden mumble, pretends to drift off to sleep)
...both break into giggles and actually do go to sleep ...until Peanut cries 30 minutes later, to be lifted out of her bassinet and placed between us for the rest of the night. And that pretty much sums us up.
Yes, sir, 5 years is a loooong time. Everything changes. Everything changes but you! Hey, remember that song? ( I will not gab on about how cute my then boyfriend Robbie Williams looked in that song's video way back in 1998 or something, as talking about my past always irritates Vijay). Instead, I dive into a poem that I will make up as I go along:
You say po-tay-to, I say po-ta-to,
Actually, you say alu-gobi and I say Chicken Pesto,
Coz you're vegetarian, and let's just say I'm NOT,
And you always feel cold, when I'm feeling hot,
I'm of average height, you're over six feet tall,
You're skinny as a stick, I'm round as a ball,
That reminds me, Cricket is your favourite game,
And I can't stand it, I think it's just so lame,
You like old Hindi movies, I prefer Hollywood,
You could say that we're Mr Desi and Mrs Pseud,
Because you like the Great Indian Laughter Challenge,
Which I think is for the Mentally Challenged,
And when you catch me watching the OC on the sly,
You roll your eyes heavenward and ask Why, God, Why?
You take your time shopping, and I'm like In-and-OUT,
You sulk quietly when upset, while I not-so-quietly shout,
WHERE is the common ground, I ask, HOW will we survive?
Well, we've done pretty good these first five years, so bring on the next five!
And with that cheesy, badly metered excuse for a poem, I end this post. Happy Anniversary, honey!