The Alchemy of Love: Four years later…

 

                First of all, a BIG thank you to everyone who called and reminded us that we have been married for four years. And also, that four years is bold, italics and underline for producing offspring. (Sorry about our hesitant ‘hehe’ lame replies)

                  So, January 17, 2021 marked our wedlock and the journey so far has been fun. However, we always go back to the time when we actually began dating and it turns out, it’s been jolly good 10 years of ‘togetherness’. And honestly, things have changed and then not changed too! I mean, I would still expect him not to get a bouquet of flowers but very much know that he won’t get anything for himself but will fulfill all my consumerist luxuries. I understand that it’s not in his nature to relish rajma chawal, but has transformed into a lover of the most cooked cuisine at home :P

                  Today as I write, it occurs to me that we have grown by leaps and bounds. It is only this relationship that made me realise love is not a ‘love you’ confession; In fact, I don’t remember saying or hearing that ever. It is so much team work and having each other’s back. It is putting things straight to your face in every situation to make each other a better set of people. It is in seeing the potential in stupidest ideas and yet providing the space to explore the stupidness of it. It is also in believing that this marriage is over when the fights drag us to the edge and then perceiving ourselves from others’ perspectives. We can be the strongest and the craziest couple someone knows and listening to that always leaves a grin on my face!

                  It was on the eve of our recent anniversary that we recreated the engagement day. My cousins (who were in majority that day) made him get down on his knee to put a platinum band on my finger. We were surrounded by mountains and only the moon for light at that pretty hour. And as unbelievable as that sounds, it was the bestest, strangest and sweetest thing we have ever done.  

                  Adding more colours to our teenie tiny family is Mr. Sparkle, who loves to bark at all even and odd hours. Our first child as we call him, came home in the most unexpected and abrupt ways, adding a pinch of crazy in the house! I look after him all day long with meals, routine walks, regular brushing and bathing, dressing up but all he cares for is the time when his dad comes home from work. He telepathically senses dad’s approach and sits with pointed ears staring at the door. All this, exactly five minutes before the doorbell rings. Oh, I almost forgot, I am the new dad but Amrut is his mom, because Sparkle always jumps up to sit in his mom’s hands while I consistently try to discipline this kid. They play in the roughest, weirdest possible ways running across the house, while I only get the feed-me face looking up at me at most hours.

                   Sparkle has become the glue to our relationship and strangely we find ourselves talking about him and looking at his puppy pictures while holding hands. OMG, what has he done to us? 

                  We especially team up as parents when it is Sparkle’s medicine time and are forced to create stories to tell him while slowly slipping the syrup in his mouth. We get him toys when we need food, we spend on his clothes when we have nothing new in our wardrobes. We even take him to dog play gatherings where other pet parents get their well-behaved pups. We socialize as responsible parents and participate in dog food and poop talks. Undoubtedly, the best phase of our four year of togetherness!

                  This alchemy of love is everything we are and have become, of every dawn that we celebrate and live. And every new awwooooo plus wagging tail that makes us bond better.