It’s hard to believe that twenty-three years have passed already since Jeet and I were married on this day. I remember that day with mixed emotions still, for such a variety of reasons. But our wedding day was far from perfect and I’m the first to admit. There was curfew in the city of Varanasi when Jeet came to marry me. It was what I like to call ‘imperfectly perfect’ because despite the things we didn’t have, the difficulties that we faced, I married the one whom I love the most. He is my best friend.
As I get older, as my priorities shift and as I realise how important the small stuff is, any feelings of inadequacy I’ve ever had of not having a good enough wedding begin to wash away.
My husband is now far away — working in Baghdad while I am in Ranchi. He prefers to stay alone in Baghdad given the security situations there. But the distance hasn’t dented our relations, perhaps it has emboldened our love for each other.
It was very nice of Jeet to send me flowers, gifts and cake.
I was very happy this morning when I opened the door and the delivery man gave me a nice bouquet, cake carrying a nice message from my husband.
He also tweeted:
Today, as I look behind, I feel that I have everything I need. I feel and am happy. I am beyond blessed. Thanks Jeet for being with me always. I love you dear. A very happy anniversary to us!