Of a boy and a girl in the spring...How a first flower burst into glory...
And so shown the platinum bands of love...
Love.
And marriage.
It's been almost 20 years.
That long.
But our platinum day of love came much before we were married.
Hubby dear and I knew each since December 1993 when we were naive and gauche and young...
He was just starting out on his military career and I was getting an education in university. I was preparing for a career in management. Studying and prepping 24x7 and then even managing to get admitted to an institution of my picking.
Time was a passing and not quite- hubby dear and I were making promises to each other.
Promises of spending our lives together.
Promises of being true and faithful to each other.
Promises of being together, forever.
This song always brings a smile ...
Forever and ever -Julio Iglesias...
And then came the realisation that the parents were not really approving of the relationship.
Circa 1996.
My mother was now beginning to vociferously voice her disapproval.What she had mistaken to be just a friendship converted into a crush had manifested itself as a serious lovey-dovey kind of situation.A situation that daddy dear was blissfully unaware of ti;; then.
Then came the bombshell...
Not quite hubby dear wanted to meet with daddy dear and just take his approval and blessing before both the sets of parents could meet and formalise things.He obviously put the cart before the horse because my daddy simply and very politely asked him to stay away from me and consider the relationship non existent from that moment onwards. And I was very categorically told to stay away from the love of my life and concentrate on making a career for myself.
Arguments and pleading and howling and tears had no effect on him. He was adamant.
Being a naval officer himself ,he had no affinity for the army and the men...(After I got married,I realised that this inter forces rivalry is ingrained from the moment the men begin training...so...)
A few friends pitched in to try and connect us through conference calls or for pseudo outings ,but it never could really work...
Leave and time together was limited and I was watched...
Where I went,with whom I went...
Never before had I been questioned or not trusted and that hurt.
And then the bombshell...
One night I was caught by the parents trying to call not quiet hubby dear and was categorically told,Hindi film style that I was not to contact him ever again.There were tears and threats and pain and the realisation that no love was worth causing the parents so much pain...
That was when I called hubby dear and told him that no matter what happens he an d I would never meet nor speak with each other or even remember the times we spent with each other.
The pain I felt at that time when I tried to sever all ties from him was almost physical. I felt as though I was slowly bleeding away.
He tried to contact me a couple of time s at home but to no avail...
At last he managed to get through to me at a friends place...
Sounding desperate ,he was ready to promise me the moon..
He pleaded and promised and cajoled and it was an emotional tsunami all over again...
That was our Platinum Day of Love .
The realisation that came during that phone call that it had to be love and nothing else that would cut so deep.
It had to be love that would bring that feeling of abject misery on being away and that elation at just the thought of being together.
It had to be love when the strains of a syrupy love song would bring a smile or tears...
Something like I will be Right Here Waiting for you...
The clandestine phone calls continued for some time...
Then Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge was released.
The story of a boy and a girl being kept away because of parental pressure was so similar that I wept buckets during the screening of the movie...
And as it happened,the parents were not untouched by it either.
They realised that the love that I felt was indeed true and was not like a simple crush that would just disappear when the time for commitment came.
They asked to meet with the now in laws and our marriage was fixed...
Just like Simran's dad says to her at the station...
जा Simran ,जी ले अपनी ज़िन्दगी। तुझे Raj से ज़यादा कोई प्यार नहीं करेगा। जा Simran ,जी ले अपनी ज़िन्दगी।
One year later we were married.
Today ,we have been married 16 years ...
Its been a bumpy ride at places,but the best has been getting up and dusting our behinds and moving on...
There is always sunshine and warmth and love to look forward to at the end of the road.
I'm not too fond of movies...remember I'm a Greys Anatomy and Ally McBeal kind of person,but I'm all for the Yash Raj Films and all the love they endorse.
यह कहाँ आ गए हम ,यूँही साथ साथ चलते। …
तेरी बाहों में हैं जानम मेरे जिस्मों -जान पिघलते।
Its been a long road,we've held hands and walked together and I know that one day,we'll sit outside on our patio...Grey haired and wrinkled and smile and remember the trying times and the love that pulled us through.
I am not supposed to post pictures of hubby dear and stuff...but this bliss that the two bands of love..platinum .
Even diamonds will not last forever.
But Platinum will.
The metal with the promise of eternity.
The metal which is as rare and strong as your bond of love.
The metal which never tarnishes as your love and respect for one another.
The metal that is exclusive and elusive...just like true love...
Not every one can find true love.
Cherish this love with platinum...
Truly blessed are those who find true love...
Truly blessed are the ones like us...
So if I win no prizes,hubby dear will need to cement our bond further by buying the platinum rings.
The promise of eternity and laughter and togetherness is enough to help tide whatever comes my way.Our Platinum Day of Love stays with us every day and brings us together each day.
We have been blessed with a love so strong,it won over many hearts.
We have been blessed with sweet child to cement out bond even more.
I love that I can share this with all of my readers and hope that everyone finds their Platinum Day of Love.
This post is for Indiblogger's Platinum Day of Love contest.
True love doesn't have a happy ending.True love has no ending.
PS This is probably the first time I managed to post an entry to a contest without the dealines breathing down my neck...
Chicken Biryani for dinner...
OOh the trials and travails of being a married woman...love Shove and Chicken tandoori...
First you sink into his arms and then you end up with your arms in his sink...
Though the thought of platinum makes it all worth the while...
