Another year passed us by. Brushing over the blemishes. Masking the imperfections. Leaving behind the dull glow of burnished gold. That’s exactly how I think of the relationship K and I share. Ours is not the crash and burn chemistry. Nor is it a cloyingly sweet Yash Chopra movie.
We have our share of differences but with every passing year, I have trouble recollecting our last big fight. I watch him smile and talk in to the phone. His angular jaw making him look young and the smile reaching his eyes. I am struck by how much I am in love with him. I watch as he picks T Shirts out from a pile at the mall. Always reaching for the bright ones. I laugh as he holds it against himself waiting for my approval. I notice with laptop on my thighs, books strewn around me as he tiptoes around the room holding the fort till I am done studying.
As we make plans for his big five week trip to India, I am touched as he includes my old great aunt from my maternal side on the must-visit list. I sit silent as I watch my sister and him discuss programming for hours on end. I sit back and enjoy every weekend at my brother’s as he slips into his role of Athimber playing peek a boo with my niece or tennis with my bro. I watch him in a crowd always the last in line to pick food from a buffet table.
Every impression is savored, pressed like dry flowers in the middle of a book and stored away like a treasure to be smelled later, bringing back glorious memories of the past. As I look forward to the changes our life together will bring, I know we will weather the storms, drenched, yet alive and eyes dancing with love.
Happy Anniversary Darling Saathi!