Why Did I Get Married???

Few days’ back one reader left a comment ‘Why did I get married???’…strange thing nobody ever asked and I never answered…but reader gave me a reason to write…

Well I didn’t got married because I was in love…that’s a usual response but I am not a usual girl…I got married because…he is the first thing I want to see in the morning till my last breath…I want him in every second of my life…while writing this I want him to sit next to me…I love to groove on his tunes…he makes night dreams bearable…I want him to be there in ups & downs of life…I want him to hold me when I tumbledown…I want him to be around when I achieve something…I want him to be part of my happiness…I want him to be the reason for my happiness…and guess what…he is…yes he makes me smile in the worst times…he brings sparks to dull routine…people say for how long???…true for how long…well until we become the same old boring couple…we will make every day every moment count…he is worth dying for…I want him because he makes the life worth living for…if you call this love…well I am deeply and madly in love with me…I am head over heels…

Love ❤ AARYA

PS…my husband’s response after reading this post ‘You wrote this for me???’ …husbands I tell you…emoticon-raising-eyebrow

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Grandparents…our greatest blessings

This week’s WOW Prompt is actually WOW…we have to write about our Grand Parents…

Hmm…where shall I start from???…lemme think lemme think…alrighty I will start with my Nana Nani (maternal grandparents) …my Nani (grandmother) can be the coolest Nani in India…no I am not exaggerating…grandparents can be cool in India too :)…she will hang out with us in malls, she will accompany us for shopping even at weird places…she will hog every food item available in the food court…yes you heard me right…my nani is a big foodie and an amazing cook…she is totally fine with Chinese, Italian or Mexican or any other mouth watering cuisine…but conditions applied…it has to be vegetarian 😉 …my nani is also a 3 am Maggi Hogger 😀 …how do I know that well few years back something funny happened during my mama’s (maternal uncle) wedding…four hours of dancing in 6 inches high heels later my cousin & I was dead tired and hungry at 3 in the morning…so we decided to sneak in the kitchen and have a quick bite…in Bareilly’s chilly night in the month of December…Maggi was the best option available…we started snooping around for a suitable pan…suddenly a voice came from the bedroom next to the kitchen…first we thought we were imagining…because nobody would be walking around so late in night…but two minutes later when the voice called us out…I rushed in the room and saw my nani sitting on the bed and said ‘Agar maggi bana rahe ho to taniku hamare liye bhi bana lena’ (If you are making maggi count me in) I gave her goofy smile and went straight to the kitchen to add one more packet of maggi in the boiling pot 😀

And what shall I tell you about my nanaji (grandfather)…he is man of virtues…if you want to define character…it’s him…I remember when my mom disclosed about my love marriage…he didn’t speak to me for two years…I missed his blessing his love & care…but gradually when he realised that Vicky isn’t all that bad 🙂 my nanaji was back to normal…last winter when he had severe angina pain with eighty percent blockage…I cried alone in the secluded corner of the house…everyone thought he will not survive…as no cardiologist were available in the Bareilly…he travelled all the way to Delhi in an ambulance and got his bypass done two days later…when doctor said he is out of danger then I let go of my fear…I remember how he used to take me to mela and for pani puri and tikki …now I don’t visit my native place every year the way I used as a child…but those memories are still fresh…I guess I will give away anything to relive those moments 🙂

Unfortunately I didn’t get enough chance to stay with my dada dadi (paternal grandparents)…my dadi (granma) passed away when my dad was 9…and my dadaji (granpa) passed away when I was 13…but I do have fade memories when he used to make earthen toys for me…he was a very fine earthen toy maker…it was his hobby…he only wore whites…white dhoti, white kurta and white Nehru topi :)…he was seventy when he passed away…he was healthy as horse then he fell ill and passed away…he was a farmer and illiterate still he had an open attitude towards life which we hardly find in the educated ones…I regret his untimely death…I wish he would be around to narrate more stories about his youth and childhood…

I miss bed time stories…those kulfis & jalebies…I feel a person is blessed if they have grandparents…they are the life savers when parents are behind our backs with a chappal in hand :D…they are there to spoil us, love us unconditionally, to teach us life’s lesson…and how can we forget those huge gift boxes and the money which we get on every single visit… and those blessings which works like a safety net during hard times…

I hate myself for not being able to spend enough time with them…but I feel blessed to have them in life…I know many people who never saw their grandparents…I guess I am lucky too…and weird thing is I never worry or cry for my parents ill health…but a rise in their BP make my heart skip a beat…no words to express my love for them…whatever I am wherever I am it’s because of them…

I guess I will say good bye to you all…as my back is on toss so can’t sit anymore…caio…

The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along well is that they have common enemy – Sam Levenson

Love ❤ AARYA

PS… This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.