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!
