I still remember…
How you apologized for being 10 minutes late to Coffee Day, the place where we first met in Madras
I do remember how badly I was hung over and how best I tried dissuading you, not to fall into the trap
I would never forget that 5.32p call I made the same day, confessing how I’d fallen for you
That sincere “Will you marry me” from my side
And that playful “That is a serious question. I might have to speak to my parents” and of course the “Let our families meet formally" decision you made
The number of F words I uttered during our marriage, facing up to the customs, friends, relatives and others. Whom I had never faced in my life in such fearsome frenzy
The way you tried freshening the air inside our (first nights) bedroom when your mother knocked for coffee, post that smoke I’d just had
How you cried on my lap when that month and a half disappointment happened before Anirudhha happened
The smile when you saw me gate crash in to your ward at 6.15a the day after Aniruddha was born
Your eyes when I smelled Aniruddha’s forehead for the first time, the day after he was born
That “Leaving on the Jet plane” of Janis Joplin (which I love) you played when you, with Anirudhha in your arms sent me off to Dubai
The hug, the day when you and Anirudhha landed in Dubai after three months of his birth
And the good life you have made possible thereafter
It’s five years and I don’t think it is. Feels like we just left that Rs 3 tips for that coffee at Coffee Day, I can smell that Lavender room freshener that camouflaged the smoke, our wedding video, the stupid look I had on my face just after I had uttered that “Nth” F word, our faces when we met for the first time with Anirudhha on your lap. And all those difficult things I can never write about, the way you made me see them through.
I love you Roopa K