The Love Story!

Let me start by saying I have no intention of being regular after all this is way more believable than saying I’ll try to post more often which was my first instinct. (The hell it was, you all know me better than that). I did try to pen down my thoughts but they have been more scattered than usual to make any sense when read, I think I have been suffering from a serious case of "Bloggers Block" (Is that even a word?) Here's what I have been thinking lately

We all enjoy a good love story where the boy meets girl, there's love at first sight / fight, extreme emotions flow, the boy dates random chicks and the girl awesome stud muffins only to realise that they have been in love all along... they cry, make out, make up for the time lost, get hitched and live happily ever after... THE END!!!

Does any of this happen to people like you and me? Maybe not exactly how it is in the movies but it sure does happen...

I was going through a rather bad emotional phase six years back when I decided 'Enough Now'!
I moved into a new work place with a bunch of really great people for colleagues. There was this one guy there who happened to be best friends with one of my seniors from law school. He knew exactly what the hell was wrong with me when he saw me. It took lot of flirting and yet it was me who finally asked him out for a movie (Kill me .... it was a bloody crappy one at that).
It took him more than 2 hours to finally get his arm around me and then that was it... poor bloke paid some insane amount of money to the rickshaw guy on our way back, all his friends warned him "you are in for some serious trouble".

Our respective parents were looking for suitable match to get us hitched to (typical Indian arranged marriage scene at home). I almost said yes to someone and then wondered why in the world would I want to spend the rest of my life with some who is not going to be as much as I'd like for him to be? (no offence to any of you out there, I love the OG).

He asked me the question on the phone one night and I said "I don't know, my Dad's not going to be ok with it", but I spoke to my mum about it anyway and after all that jazz we did decide on getting married... He won me over with his wit and honesty and he fell in love with my family (so he says... not me, but my family. Grrr!!!)

When I think about all that happened six years ago I have a tingling feeling in my stomach, its the exact same feeling that I had when I kissed him for the first time. 

Right before I decided to publish this he says "why do you have to say it's your story, why cant it be everyone's story... You are embarrassing me :(". This is exactly the kind of reaction I had expended from him ;)

This is my love story...


 

Comments

Maneera Saxena Behl said…
Love it! ----Manny
2/06/2014 1:55 PM
Divyangna Bali said…
Thanks Manny. I'll keep the tip in mind for the next one. :)
2/06/2014 3:40 PM
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