QUORA DIARIES

THIRTY ONE

Manik's POV. 

I was 29 when I got married. I was working in London for 5 years and shifted to Bangalore . As one can imagine, in London, for a 5′7″ (and to some extent racist) male, dating someone was really hard if at all possible. I dated someone in high-school, but that was more like a kiddish thing with no sort of seriousness.

It was an “Kundli matched” arranged marriage: she was kind of shy. Nandini was her name. . So I really could not talk to her a lot even the scope was there as I myself am an ambivert. First night of my marriage: the marriage was organized at my native place, it is a developed village (I mean it is a village with big fields, but one can see good buildings as well). Since we had a lot of relatives staying back, our room was arranged in a newly built guest house nearby. Backdrop of small mountains and jungle, Ohh my God! My village looks heaven! She is from a city, she was never been to such a place before, so she was excited with the hospitality of rural people, I was happy too. At night, we two shifted to the guest house and my sister was sleeping in another room in case my wife needs some help.

I was really really tired. I was thinking of having some quick chat and just sleep. She went to bathroom to change her clothes & took forever. Next thing I know that sound of chirpy birds! So cheerful! It was 6 in the morning, she was sleeping beside me in a beautiful night dress. I felt so awkward, she got ready for me and I slept.

I tried to wake her up, upon realizing she is a late riser, I walked out. My sister was around and I told her everything. She burst into laughter! It was funny to me till the point my wife woke up, I said her “Sorry!”, she said “No problem”. Even if my experience with women is limited, I knew “no problem” has a “problem” within itself when uttered by a female. She behaved normally in front of everyone, none other than my sister were aware of the “mishap”. The next night was the last night in our village after that we shall move to city. Next night’s experience is something worth sharing!

She: Am I not attractive?

Me: Yes you are! Why are you saying so? I am sorry for yesterday, I was too tired… (she stops me)

She: No. Not about that, I was tired too. But I don’t think you gave me any attention after marriage. Do you know you never even touched me? (Tears in her eyes, I am in grave danger)

Me: (True except usual touches during rituals) But there were so many people.

She: In afternoon, I slept with didibhai (my sister), you were doing something somewhere, you were not even around. Even she (didi) was looking for you.

(Now I was flying kite, it had been long since I did that. But I realized my guilt. Awkward!! )

She: What are you thinking? Do you love someone else? (She was on the verge of crying)

Me: (Now it was getting out of hand) NO DEAR! What are you saying? But you know I need time to get used to with a woman. Trust me, I could never even imagined of having a pretty wife like you. (Flirtiest line I could think of, I wanted to marry one between Penelope Cruz & Audrey Tautau though :-/ )

She hugged me tightly all of a sudden. I kissed in her forehead. I shall stop here, the shiver I felt when she hugged me was amazing. I don’t think except my mom or sister, no one had ever hugged me so dearly, as if she is feeling safe in this tiny, weak person’s arm. That point I just fall in love. :)

Good Night lovely peeps! ❤❤