It was that time in the afternoon when your office desk seems to be the most hateful thing in the world! You are half sleepy, yawning helplessly and awaiting the chai wallah bhaiya to show up. I was trying hard to concentrate on my work, that’s when I got a call from ‘him’. I picked up the call, pretending to be over busy with work!
Him: “Hi, I was thinking we get married in November, what say?”
(I was flabbergasted! I mean, who proposes like that? It made me happy and annoyed at the same time). With the sweetest possible smile, I excused myself from the office and stood in the corner of the balcony.
Me: “Are you mad or what, is this the way you propose? How unromantic, no sugary sweet things, nothing..?”
Him: “Hold your horses, my ‘Jhansi ki Rani’. Look, when you propose to someone, they have two options, to say yes or no. But I don’t want to give you an option of saying ‘No’. Simple as that!”
I felt a gush of excitement in my very being. Actually, actually didn’t know what to say. I was standing there, smiling and just waiting for the feeling to settle. Me being a Gujju, I had always heard that the Sardars have a wisdom and logic of their own, but I only witnessed it that afternoon. Soon came November and we were married to each other.
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We kept the romance alive
My husband would regularly call me from his office twice or thrice every day. We would discuss silly things, pre-plan for the weekend, or we would talk about any random topic. Sometimes, he would call me just to hear my voice! Our relationship is almost a decade old, but we are still madly in love with each other. We never fail to tease each other and do crazy things which could put even a toddler at shame!
My husband is in the army and we were posted to a place where the cantonment adjoined a highway. My husband had gone out of the cantonment for some work. One day I got a call from him around 11:00 am. It was winter and I was strolling on the terrace. The vehicles passing by on the highway were visible through a narrow opening of the bushes from our terrace. My husband told me that he was driving back to his office and so he thought to ‘utilise’ this time to speak to me. He would always call me in whatever little time he found.
Just pass by and wave to to me
So, while we were talking I realised that he was yet to drive past our house. Crazy as I am, I told him to halt his car when he reaches a point from where our house was visible amidst bushes. I just wanted to see him. He laughed at it first and said he would be late for office. But I was in no mood to give up. I told him that he will have to stop by in any case, or I am going to cook lauki for lunch. He finally agreed to stop by.
He was around 100 m away from the spot. I asked him to slow down and find me waving from our terrace. He didn’t like the idea, as there are soldiers moving around in the cantonment and it wouldn’t look nice. I assured him that I would take care of it and wave only when there was no one around. He was still not convinced, but the poor guy had no option other than following my instructions.
We were still on the call and he was nearing the spot. I could see his car; I was extremely overjoyed to see him waving from inside the car! We waved at each other crazily and started laughing at our silliness. “You are really crazy,” he said. “Yes, I am and will remain so for the rest of my life. I don’t want to miss even a single chance in life to see you and love you,” I replied.
Making memories is important
He was going to be home for lunch two hours later, but this little joy was sufficient to keep me contented for the rest of the day. I always believe that you must never ever miss any chance to ‘live in the moment’ with your loved ones. Life will be over in the blink of an eye, but what will last with you forever are the memories that you make while you are alive and together. Today, he is deployed in the most disturbed part of the country. We are bound to live away from each other for more than two years. But both of us are surviving this separation with memories of the lovely little moments, which we always steal furtively from time.