It meant...Comfort...

Its been at many gatherings now that people ask me and Pojj how we got together and how we knew we wanted to marry each other. Our reaction almost repeatedly is to look at each other and smile. Our answer to the former, mostly the same , though Pojj leaves most of it to me (to handle as tactfully as I can..), but of course I like to change versions of it depending on who asked me. This is not to say that I am scared to blurt out the truth...but I am extremely private and if there is something I completely detest - is people being judgemental about the way we met...

BLOGSPOT !! And that should be my answer... :) . Yes, Pojj writes it and started to do so long time back and I read it...secretively admiring it. And then...things began to take shape...and here we are...one year of marriage - a bond as strong as I imagined.

But still, if the question is how did you both know you wanted to get married..hmmm...then its purely because of the "comfort" with each other in the relationship.

COMFORT for us meant, meeting each evening post our different classes (colleges too) not knowing what the evening had in store for us.
It meant roaming aimlessly with little or no money in the pockets and yet enjoying the company of each other like it was to find a treasure.
It meant enjoying the silence when we had nothing to talk about.
It meant knowing each others families through small anecdotes.
It meant talking about politics, business, history, music , entertainment ......everything we knew. It meant messaging each night before snuggling up in the bed of our respective hostels.
It meant planning our "chuttis" together so we get enough time in the train to talk.
It meant burning music for each other.
It meant treating the other when money came from home.
It meant night outs of fun, bike rides out of town and heading for the Lonavala rain.
It meant different coloured flowers for me on holi and mostly whites/ yellows otherwise.
It meant going out with my friends or his...whatever the plan may be.
It meant missed calls from the class to say hello...or being at each others convocation in the best of our attires.
It meant fighting and making up, holding hands and big bear hugs at my college gate at the end of the day.
It meant understanding of the past and discussing it if required without it coming in the way.
It meant many cheers for the many more to come.
It meant bhangra and Govinda dance together.
It meant laughing out loud without getting conscious.
It meant sharing food and embarassing stories of the past.
It meant seeking advice..and hearing one out.
It meant discussing dreams and passions without being judgemental.
It meant cups of coffee sitting on the staircase of a coffeeshop and feeding the stray dogs with glucose biscuits.
It meant long distance calls and corporate plans.
It meant weekend getaways and first salary gifts.
It meant more perfumes for me and more t-shirts for him.
It meant cooking for each other.
It meant singing totally out of tune for him just not embarassed.
It meant lungars on Sundays and bun maska with tea almost every second day...

It meant..this...and much more....It meant we were ready to take the vows and do all of this for a lifetime...!!

PS: I have always remembered these lines and never wanted to end up being with someone who would walk out...and I am glad the "brays" are heard and appreciated ;)

"What would you do if I sang out of tune?,

Would you stand up and walk out on me?,

Lend me your ears and I would sing you a song

I will not to sing out of key! yeahhh....."