Chanced upon this book,”Hindi- Bindi Club” at the library and looking forward to an experience of brainless humour, i sat down to read it. My my was i in for a surprise. From the cover of the book, and the title, none would think much of it. The book was an eye opener, giving an insight into relationships between mother and daughter, husband and wife as well as friends of an eternity. It also brought to light how the different generations looked upon, treated and expected from the young and elders.
A particular line that hit me made me ponder about my own relationship.
“I don’t understand this younger generation. A wife talks to her husband as if he’s her girlfriend. Spouses expect to be best friends.It’s unnatural!”
At the beginning of our relationship, we used to be like children…. giggling and pushing and pulling at every chance we got.Not forgetting the mind stimulating, thought provoking conversations that we used to have. Thing is things began to die down after a while…. I used to think that maybe he lost interest in me… or maybe we were both stressed… or maybe that the honeymoon period was over.
In retrospect during one of our late-night-via-the-mobile-pillow- talk, we realised that we started bickering, fighting, argueing and losing the crazy fun times only when the FAMILY came into the picture. Stress came from both our sides, expectations that they expected us to fulfill and i clearly remember this,”Whatever it is, dont share too much about yourself or your side to him, he may use it against you” line gave the 2 of us insecurities,doubts and kind of put a drift between us.
Recently when i had the luxury of spending a few days with my dearest, I was glad(delirious with joy actuall) to realise that we were getting back what we “hid” for the past 2 years. It started raining and so we were stranded in the bus stop in the middle of nowhere but Alhamdullilah we had the opportunity to spend it exclusivey with each other playing in the rain and talking…. as in really talking. There was no place to rush off to or nothing to fulfill just him amd myself and everything between us.
We went to visit a friend of his who had a new baby in the family. As my dearest held the baby in his arms, i realised that he was a gentle man inside the macho guy i had always know. Wish i could take a picture and capture the serenity he showed in his face forever as he carried the babe. I realised that i had been so busy with all the stress, the running around and preparation for wedding that i failed to see the beauty of a lover evolving into a husband figure very subtly. He had always been there for me…a mother, father, brother, friend figure i never had.
Am gonna hold on to you tight and never let go of you……………………
