16 years to that hot, sweaty, happy afternoon

Tere bin sanu sonya koi hor naiyo labhna
jo deve ruh ko sukun chukke jo nakhra mera…

It was 11.30 AM, we had finished signing that register, but it did not sink in till we sat together in the gypsy with my father-in-law and an aunt that we are now married. It had taken us a lot to get our folks to agree to us getting married. We were exhausted and ecstatic and we so desperately wanted to talk, and since we were not alone, we talked of share market, RSI and moving averages for the 10 minutes it took us to reach home.  Talk is what we did when we got our first private moment together the same evening.

We wrote long letters to each other every single day before we got married (I was working in Bombay, he was in Nagpur).  Even today,  there are times when we sit together in the same room without a spoken word, but we still communicate.  Thank you sweetheart, for listening to my suggestion when you did, that summer of 1991.