The NEED to blog.

So, I may have stopped blogging, or at least taken a hiatus of sorts, but I still do read my regular ones. I read Utopia a few days ago and was smiling to myself at her NEED to blog at these inane moments. I was seized by one such moment last night. Well after Hubby and I had tucked in for the night. But I didn't. Then. So here I am.

Well, it goes like this. Hubby and I are still, relatively speaking, newly weds. I've been told you are called that for your first year of marriage. So we are still finding our feet around this awesome institution. And may I add, we are loving it. Yes, I have taken for speaking on behalf of the Hubby. He doesn't get a word in these days. But he was forewarned, by his father, a man well conditioned to marriage and its implications.

Any-hoo, I digress. So, we are newly weds and I'm still adjusting to the fact that the Hubby likes his socks to be kept next to his shoes in the shoe rack (open shoe rack, if you may) and not in the socks drawer, while the Hubby is learning that I take half hour to bathe. He has proposed keeping a blanky and pillow in the bathroom cupboard, such a drama queen I tell you.

So in the midst of all this adjusting, just when we think we have finally settled into peaceful co-existence, we get the news of some friend going through a divorce and it rattles our world. And believe you me, this is happening at regular intervals and waaayyy too frequently for our liking. And it scares the living daylights out of us.

So yesterday, I heard rumours about this amazing couple, who a friend suspects, have parted ways and when he told me about it, I was genuinely dumbfounded. It really did not make any sense. But then again, when have matters of the heart been ruled by logic?

When the Hubby got back from work, I told him about it and he really didn't know what to say. As I said, we've been hearing about far too many such incidents for our liking. So, we talked, he was tired, we had a nice home cooked meal and tucked in for the night. Except, I just couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned all night examining our marriage, checking for fissures, making sure we were doing everything right, wondering if I could have been more understanding when he needed to nod off in the afternoon after having woken up at noon or if he could understand that I usually use abuses as terms of endearment and a thousand other such moments. I swear I didn't get a wink of sleep. I watched the sun rise (which, BTW is awfully early these days, half five for chrissakes) and that's when I NEEDED to blog.

I needed to blog about these fears and insecurities and these stories of friends falling apart and why he didn't hug me while sleeping tonight and just when I had made up my mind to get out of bed and vent, he reached for my hand, pulled it over himself, turned around and grunted off to sleep.

I decided to stay and enjoy what I wanted to blog about.

Him versus Her

In case you were wondering as to where I've disappeared, well, nowhere, as of now, but that will change soon. Let me give you the lowdown, though I have no idea how to express the past 6 months of events in words, here!!!!!! Here goes:

So, its October, work is easy-peasy, so much so that it was ok that I didn't turn up for work 5 days in a row and showed up only for 3 hours everyday for the next 20! In short, life was good. That's when he came along.

We met up in the most routine, non-romantic manner possible (at a construction site where a relative was hoping to build something, if you must know). Next thing you know, we were headed off for lunch and ended up spending the day together.

It started off with one day and before we knew it, we were spending his entire vacation together through the day and texting and talking on the phone in the wee hours :) It felt great. We were well aware that everyone around us had held a magnifying glass to our relationship and was waiting for it to culminate into something more concrete, we thought we'd atleast take some time and figure out if we'd like to take it somewhere (that was about as concrete a something as we could offer back then, or so we thought). 10 days of meeting each other and we decided to take a call on whether we'd even want to consider taking 'us' to the next level. For this 'call' we gave ourselves 2 weeks.

3 days later, he proposed and I accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here I am, clearing out my office desk, emotional as hell, looking at the template for our wedding card and just waiting for the D-day!!!!

For those who know me, well you know how much I like my work. For those who dont, well I like (read absolutely adore) my work and the very fact that I'm packing up, ready to leave, for Him, should be a fair indication of how much I love him!

Well, its not!!!

Coz I love him waaaaaaaaay more than that.

When people claim to be poles apart, they have no friggin clue what they're talking of. Get in touch and I shall tell you what 'poles apart' means. For starters, sample this:

Him: Teetotaler

Me: Love my alcohol

Him: Pure vegetarian

Me: Will eat anything that once moved.

Him: Hates tea.

Me: Consume it by the gallon on a daily basis

Him: Idea of a perfect weekend is waking up at noon, only to eat and go back to sleep.

Me: Idea of a perfect weekend is being up and about early and getting as much done as I can possibly fit into 24 hours.

Him: Introvert

Me: I am the one who takes 'extrovert' to a whole new dimension.

I have tonnes more to compare, but this should give you a fair idea of what this marriage entails! To add to it the fact that he is making me quit my job to move to another continent altogether, on paper I should be hating his guts, except.........

The D-day is 22 days away and I'm strangely cool for a first time bride :) Pray people, even if its just the 2 people who read this, please pray!