I had hardly crossed my teens, when I met him for the first time of my life...he seemed lively, cheerful and a happy-go-lucky person ...Our first interaction in college was a very normal one...I was in a department full of boys... I could not gel well with the only girl there... I always had a carefree attitude towards life and found no reasons to be unhappy...
I was nurtured with strong family values that my parents instilled in me and always believed that I can never do anything that would bring them dishonour...
Even I promised myself not to fall easily in love..I can at least bring this much satisfaction to my parents my marrying someone they wanted me to....
Gradually, we started getting more and more closer with the passage of time... I found a true friend in him..He was concerned towards each and every issue related to me... Our bonding cannot be explained... I was not aware if it was love...I liked talking to him and his presence made me feel happy...After college we met during our tution classes and when we were not together we used to talk in telephone for hours (cell-phone was not into use then)...He was very mischevious and a real prankstar...
I remember an incident when I went into an holiday for a couple of days...By then, we could really feel how necessary our freindship has become for each other...I knew that he had no guts to propose me at my face but I wanted to be patience and wait till the right time arrives...
Now, when I returned from my holiday, I asked him to provide me all the notes that I had missed during the class...Thankfully, our group was the most happening group in our department...Even after so many years, I can still feel that excitement, that tension, when he offered me a sealed envelope... I was wordless, overwhelmed and my heart was beating fast...I was dying to know what the envelope contained...
That evening, while returning home with some other friends of our group, I could not utter a word...One of the guys asked me whether my response was positive or not...You would ask which response?? Well, this is what I said...”What response are you talking about??” But no, nobody was there to tell me what the matter was...
I rushed to my room as soon as I reached home and shut all the doors there...There was utter silent in the room... It seemed that my world has stopped...My hands were shaking...I was unable to open the envelope....
At last when I could open the envelope, I was stunned...What is this...to my surprise the piece of paper contained some of the notes that I had missed during the vacation...I felt like slapping him and give him nice scolding...I cried the whole night...I was much hurted and embarassed as I thought that it was a pre-planned prank...
That day I promised not to talk with him ever....Do you know about whom I am talking this long...??
“He” is my most beloved-husband...May God bless us!!!!