A TIME TO REMEMBER

Flash back to last year, October 27, 2006……….

I was happily snoring in my bed at 7 am on a cold Bangalore morning. Yes, I admit it. I snore and I do get to lie in bed until noon, every single day except the weekends.

Anyone who knows me even slightly, knows that I can be a bear with a sore head if I am woken up anytime before noon. Before any of you sanctimonious early morning risers turn your snooty noses up at me, let me hasten to add that I work night shifts back in Bangalore. See? You judged me unfairly!!

Coming back to my story. Here I was, singing a duet with Jeff Goldblum around a Roman fountain, no less, when a loud yell of “Amma” brought me crashing down to earth. I burrowed under the blanket hoping my son would take the hint and go bother his dad instead, but no go. Soon, the corner of the blanket was lifted and sticky fingers poked me in the eye. I sat up in a hurry, blinking.

My son stood by the side of the bed, a bag around his neck, trying, with all the determination of the very young, to climb on to the bed. The strap of the bag was so long that it kept getting tangled up in his feet, frustrating all his attempts to climb onto my middle. I picked him up before he really hurt himself. He held out the bag to me and said, “Amma, bag.” I looked enquiringly at my husband who said, “Happy Anniversary.”

To say I was shell-shocked was putting it mildly. He actually remembered the date? This, from a guy who does not remember his own birthday? I am not joking. He does not remember what day of the Malayalam calendar he was born on. I had to ask his mother to find out!! And he thought of such a beautiful way to give me a gift? Who could possibly not love a guy like that?

This time, I am so far away that I have to calculate what day it is before I call him to wish him on our special day. And since he was the one responsible for this entire blog business, I am going to use this write up to let him know how much he means to me. Now, now, dont cringe, it is really not going to be all that bad....

Deep, I just wanted to say, thank you for being with me always. For letting me be myself. For letting me follow my dreams however crazy they seemed at the time. For being my safety net when I took a fall. For letting me cry all over your new shirts when I needed to.(Yeah I know you are keeping count. I remember I owe you two really expensive, formal shirts.) I don’t know if this whole Hindu belief of being husband and wife for seven lifetimes really works, (now please don’t throw your hands up in horror and spoil the effect) but for this lifetime, I really enjoy being your wife.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SWEETHEART!!!!!