Ours is an arranged marriage. Is it a new thing especially in a society like ours? NO. But when you ponder whether marriages are really made in heaven, it is certainly a no-no. Because if they were then why would there be something called DIVORCE?
Marriages are made by the "elders" of the family. They see the family, house, relatives, fashion style everything else but the fact that will there be any compatibility between the "husband" and "wife" if ever they were to be.
I have seen umpteen marriages. A few arranged and a few love. I hardly find any difference between the two. It is said that love gradually happens in arranged marriages. Is it true? Sometimes it is a yes. The lady finally falls in love with all her compromises and adaptabilities. She only learns to live with her in-laws and her husband. The husband finally also falls in love with the fact that his wife is the ideal daughter-in-law to his parents.
Some marriages are very beautiful. They hold on through peaks and valleys. There is happiness despite having compromises and adjustments in the same box. But this process takes a very long time in some cases.
I have seen a beautiful marriage as well. And that is ours. We might be exactly opposite to each other but we sync so well with all those bumps. We are so imperfect in each other's eyes but there is respect for all these imperfections. There is so much love with the same amount of hatred. But is it so easy? As I am mentioning the tit-bits of my marriage it may seem like I am living a fairy tale. The answer is NO, I am not. I have to fight every day with each of those people who want us to part ways. Sometimes I fight with myself for hanging on. Our relationship may seem like a broken thread with knots tied here and there but every ideal marriage says the same stories.
The very own family members are ready to create misunderstandings. They try there best to create gaps. But what we do is fill those gaps with pizza and paneer. Someone asked me how much I loved my husband. It's a good question. But the fact is that I've known him for 2 and a half years now. How can I love him all? I am only learning to love him. The same goes with him.
I have seen ladies tagging their husband as the best husband in the world. I find all those things silly. A marriage can never be perfect. If it is then there is something fishy. The beauty of a marriage lies in all those imperfections. And life becomes more beautiful if you know what those imperfections are.
Life teaches us many lessons. That is why it is the best teacher. A significant part of this life is a marriage where two family bond over two individuals. Some marriages happen for money and some for the sake of it. Ours happened because of the latter. I do regret to have tied the knot as it has taken away some crucial years of my career. But what is that marriage if there were no flaws and mistakes.
I don't know if our marriage will last until eternity. But I am thankful that I found my partner in my husband. He might not have taught me to love and be loved. But he taught me to love your life.
Husband, you may be an ass but you are mine. The only lady I can share you with is your mother.
Love,
Me.
Marriages are made by the "elders" of the family. They see the family, house, relatives, fashion style everything else but the fact that will there be any compatibility between the "husband" and "wife" if ever they were to be.
I have seen umpteen marriages. A few arranged and a few love. I hardly find any difference between the two. It is said that love gradually happens in arranged marriages. Is it true? Sometimes it is a yes. The lady finally falls in love with all her compromises and adaptabilities. She only learns to live with her in-laws and her husband. The husband finally also falls in love with the fact that his wife is the ideal daughter-in-law to his parents.
Some marriages are very beautiful. They hold on through peaks and valleys. There is happiness despite having compromises and adjustments in the same box. But this process takes a very long time in some cases.
I have seen a beautiful marriage as well. And that is ours. We might be exactly opposite to each other but we sync so well with all those bumps. We are so imperfect in each other's eyes but there is respect for all these imperfections. There is so much love with the same amount of hatred. But is it so easy? As I am mentioning the tit-bits of my marriage it may seem like I am living a fairy tale. The answer is NO, I am not. I have to fight every day with each of those people who want us to part ways. Sometimes I fight with myself for hanging on. Our relationship may seem like a broken thread with knots tied here and there but every ideal marriage says the same stories.
The very own family members are ready to create misunderstandings. They try there best to create gaps. But what we do is fill those gaps with pizza and paneer. Someone asked me how much I loved my husband. It's a good question. But the fact is that I've known him for 2 and a half years now. How can I love him all? I am only learning to love him. The same goes with him.
I have seen ladies tagging their husband as the best husband in the world. I find all those things silly. A marriage can never be perfect. If it is then there is something fishy. The beauty of a marriage lies in all those imperfections. And life becomes more beautiful if you know what those imperfections are.
Life teaches us many lessons. That is why it is the best teacher. A significant part of this life is a marriage where two family bond over two individuals. Some marriages happen for money and some for the sake of it. Ours happened because of the latter. I do regret to have tied the knot as it has taken away some crucial years of my career. But what is that marriage if there were no flaws and mistakes.
I don't know if our marriage will last until eternity. But I am thankful that I found my partner in my husband. He might not have taught me to love and be loved. But he taught me to love your life.
Husband, you may be an ass but you are mine. The only lady I can share you with is your mother.
Love,
Me.
