Little did I know what was coming when I was forcibly taken by my mom to visit a numerologist. I am a borderline atheist. I believe in God but not all his manifestations and certainly not astrology, numerology and the likes. But here I was visiting this ‘Aunty’ to look into my future. My mother felt my marriage was getting delayed despite me having all the credentials to hook a good match. She felt I had missed the bus at the grand age of 23.
So Aunty numerologist asked me some random numbers which she noted down in an old diary. She asked us to come after 2 days for the results. I didn’t want to go to get the results, as I was never going to believe what she would say and I’d probably laugh at her. Aunty insisted on me accompanying Mom. And her verdict was I’d get married soon, which resulted in a huge sigh of relief from Mom. But, we’d never be an ideal couple or a perfectly matched couple.
“That means?” I queried.
She said that we would be physically unlike or have opposite natures. For instance, since I’m short, he’d will be tall or I’m fair, so he’d be dark and so on. I found the whole explanation funny.
Fast forward to my engagement day.
We were so dissimilar that our immediate families were concerned. Our horoscopes had just tipped the 50% scale of matching, with no clear majority there. I was extremely fair while he was extremely dark. I was short and he was tall. They asked us again if we really wanted to get married to each other, considering we look so odd.
These physical attributes did not bother me and I loved him with all my heart. I was looking for a loving human being who would also be my closest friend. And thus, I got married to my tall, dark and handsome husband.
After marriage, we discovered many more aspects of each other. We were perfectly unmatched. Not just physically, but also mentally. Our temperaments were opposite.
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I’m patient, while he loses his temper at the drop of a hat. I’m a terrible cook, while he is good at cooking. I’m terrible with money matters, while he is a champion. I’m quite disorganised and thrive on chaos. I don’t panic under a deadline or any stress, as it brings out the best in me, whereas he is meticulous. He plans out every aspect and he will have a plan B and a plan C to take care of any deviations. He wants things to be in a certain place. He loves to keep records. In short, he is super organised, while I just exist and do things at the last minute. In moments of crisis though, I’m more relaxed than him; read hospital stays, medical emergencies, work contingencies. I love to travel and be outdoors, he is quite happy to be indoors. The home is his favourite hangout. I’m an avid reader; he is not and just reads the newspaper.
We are also in different professions. He’s in construction, which I do not understand at all. He doesn’t understand computers and programming, while I’m an IT professional.
So, what do we talk about at home? Loads. Because of our varied interests, we are always catching up with each other. Though he doesn’t like to read, he loves to listen to my stories. Though he doesn’t understand computers, he loves to know what is happening on the technological front. I love to understand politics from him. Since I don’t like to cook, I’m always grateful when he takes over the kitchen while I catch up on some sleep. We have been married for over 17 years and there has never been a dull moment.
Was the numerologist aunty right after all? We are mismatched, opposites. But don’t opposites attract?
P.S. This is no endorsement for numerology or the ‘Aunty’ numerologist. I still cannot believe it and I have never gone back for any further readings.