Flowers of Different Hues

Today Im “congratulated” for having “successfully completed” two years of “marriage”.

The irony that lies within makes me laugh, but anyways let me dress up and celebrate it as my birthday as again ‘birthday’ probably is a day – your parents got/met you!

 

And I guess I have more reasons to celebrate this day coz somehow I’ve proven myself and the world that the co-existence of species from two entirely different planets is actually possible and errr yeah ..pleasingly possible!

 

2 humans as opposite in their nature as God ever would have created! I mean if there isn’t a better antonym than south pole..for north pole, there couldn’t be a better one for me as Eby ;P.

 

 If I love pastas or subway – he feels they are bland to the extent that he would have considered it’s goat feed if not brought in the special plate. Every time he eats meat and I get a chance to watch it closely I watch him in such a manner that cannibals aren’t far ;P

If I would hop into any vehicle to anywhere just for the kiss of the breeze, he is tougher than an elephant to move from hither to thither. If I’m a spontaneous spender, he’s a stickler for savings. If I were obsessed with books, he wouldn’t even touch one at gunpoint! If he can spend a whole night exploring a mobile, I’m as allergic to it as school children are with math books;  (err cited my example here!)

 

The list is endless and equally endless goes the fights we have! I had no clue you could actually fight for reasons like forgetting your ‘bindi’!! and he had no clues that CID’s are less qualified to me when it comes to interrogating the time he reaches home! (For further reference on this topic, you can contact him & I’m sure he’d have an exhaustive list..to the extent that he’d prompt guys with ‘single’ status to stay where you are until death do part u & your peace ;P)

 

But I have to admit that in 2 years these differences have become an inevitable part of my life. It is with much awe that I see that I’ve been absorbed into a different globe, with the freedom to retain my ‘alien-isms’. It is with great gratitude that I observe the same shoulders that I fight with is there to lean upon to cry over (mostly over the very same fights ;P). It is with a little apology that I ponder over any moments I have spoilt & for the moments that remain to be spoilt..(as unfortunately I’m born this way & fortunately I’ve been accepted as I am. ;P)

 

 

As different hues in a bouquet add beauty & life to it, we existed with our differences complimenting each other. There are seasons there that come and go and for which we need to make allowances for. But Hopes remain that spring consistently knocks our door.