I still remember the day when I saw you for the first time, it was one of my favourite months, February 2016. I still laugh at myself thinking, “Was it really necessary to do shaving now? I’m getting late, dude.” I asked myself, looking at a broken, old mirror in the typical Indian hair saloon. I was afraid if he could make any cuts to my face skin. “Brother, do it slowly; I’m not at all in a hurry. It was all that had happened a few minutes before I saw you for the first time.
That day, like a hero, I made my entry almost late with a heavily pounding heart, being thoughtful and carrying countless curiosities. Thus, I needed to know whom I was about to meet. For a while, I thought, I am sitting in the ‘White House.’ It was that silence in my heart; I couldn’t hear anything but spying on your grand entry. While others were having ‘kanda pohe’ a well-known breakfast in Maharashtra. The hot waft of Poha made me comfortable, slowing down the rhythm of my heart and assuring me that the girl I am going to see in the next few minutes is a skilled homemaker. I didn’t know that those moments could be seized forever. Therefore, those moments become lifetime archives, the gallery of our memories.
Dear Swati,
You have given me so much in life, your countless contributions in shaping and developing me are worth no less than a billion dollars in appreciation. I have never thought of the name Swati could be my lifetime companion ever in my past before we met. This life since then became yours instead of having our fighting, arguing, bad communication, misunderstanding, and so on.
However, my heart accepted it happily; I accept that we learn every step and stage of our life. When I started learning about the numbers, I had never thought that numbers 1 and 9 could sail in the same boat.
Once I had read that number 9 people are so bossy and short-tempered, they need, according to them, and at the same time, they are universal lovers. And thus, I am glad that I found you.
I know that life is an experiment of experiences, and it proved that adding 1 to 9 becomes number 1. Yes, we both are now number one, made for each other.
I couldn’t imagine this life without you, your morning tea, tasty food, your concerns on phone calls, arguments, suggestions, and being bossy in tone to me. I learnt to live with it.
I will always make you a good husband, father, brother, friend, and son of my parents, and in this journey your immense partnership and advice are very crucial. I hope we will always walk together to make this life more beautiful than it is today.
I am the luckiest person to have you in my life and thus our kids too. I wish you a happy birthday and an abundance of health and happiness on your way.
Love!
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