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My darling and only sister’s engagement was an event I will remember all my life. The preparations were in progress. I was a bubbly, energetic and playful girl as ever and did everything to add spice to the event including teasing the bride groom whom I hardly knew. I was the odd one out in a typical conservative society. It wasn’t the first time somebody commented on my behavior but this one changed me drastically. “There are guys going to be there in the party. Your behavior will portray you as a freak”. Extremely hurt, I maintained a low profile.

I was forced to accompany them while they shopped and had loads of fun touring the city of pearls. I kept away from the yackety as everybody interestingly conversed. A humpty-dumpty young man amongst them, the best friend and colleague of my sister’s fiancé, turned to me and ordered me to hold one of the shopping bags as I was the bride’s sis and probably the host. Snatching the bag my way, for the first time I looked at him and smiled. Throughout the party, I couldn’t help noticing this guy fondly gazing at me with his dreamy eyes. And whenever our eyes met, we exchanged a naughty smile. The party was over and he left.

He did not turn up at my sister’s wedding as he had broken his left arm. There was no way we would meet again. I got busy & engrossed in spinning the wheel of life. But, my life changed when I went to Goa to see my sister. Those naughty memories flashed back on my mind when I, to my surprise, found him wishing me at the bus stand. My heart missed a beat and I blushed because I thought that he was accompanying us on our trip to north Goa. He wasn’t! I wanted to forget about him and enjoy my trip. The next day’s trip was the best surprise of my life. I saw this Punjab da munda waiting for me on his bike down the slope outside my sister’s place. We had spent a whole day in his city & even at his home. When he asked what I liked the most about his city, I said “YOU”. We felt an intense bonding but never expressed until I called him over the phone after reaching home and spoke to my heart’s content.

Every month after that day he flew to Hyderabad just for a day to see me. We had confessed how badly we needed each other. After a lot of persuasion we finally convinced our parents for this inter-caste marriage and tied the knot. Was that a happy ending? Yes, for our love story but it came with a series of endurance tests and moreover the path of true love never did run smooth. My hubby was very upset with the marriage ceremony and arrangements which were not up to his expectations and moreover his family had to face a lot of inconvenience. To my fury, things worsened on this front and our marriage was on the verge of breaking down and so was I!

Even in crisis, my love for him gave me the strength to face the situation and my patience and perseverance changed his attitude towards our relationship. Today, our 3 year old marriage is the wonderful confluence of two souls.








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SIREESHA V.DEOL



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The following comments are for "HOW I MET MY HUSBAND"
by SVDEOL

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For want of a better word , writing patterns -more specifically choice of words could be refined..words like humpty dumpty, da munda and hubby...are ok over games of canasta and whist but are not quite appropriate in a formally written piece.

( Posted by: RJKT [Member] On: January 20, 2005 )





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