Like everyone I wanted to marry my first love. And like many I could not. I could not because I was not grown big to understand anything. The first girl came to my life when I was seventeen, at the age when both biology and law do not permit. She was three years younger to me who was more innocent than I was. Life had its own course to take. I had my own and perhaps so did hers. We ended our romance before it took us anywhere. Just before I got married to my wife, we were still the strangers. I had never heard of her and she had never heard of me. It was like living in an antipodes where nothing similarity and commonness took place. We had never studied in the same school and there was not a common person we both knew of. The world was really big for us. The marriage being said to be made in heaven did its magic. Just like that! She joined my work station directly from the institute and her table was placed just next to my mine. Shy and completely introvert, I had not heard her voice for the first two weeks. She greeted me in the morning by standing up from her chair without actually uttering a word. When she had to report back on the assigned work, she did like what students do in front of the teachers while showing their homework. She was too shy to ask anything about the work. Who rookie in the job would know the work? So shy and childlike was she that I used to fear of her future and her life altogether. Her work demanded aggressiveness and to be less hostile at times as the front staff of the organization was what I feared she would stagger in her work. I did not know I was becoming protective day by day until I realized I had to marry her. But another thought of what if I was being selfish had me contemplated so much so that I took few weeks off to formulate my thought. Then I concluded I had to marry her and that became final and binding. I thought of proposing her the very next day. On the very next day I sat near her. I started to lose the senses. I pulled the keyboard, opened the word and in bold texts, I typed, Will you marry me? and ran to my chamber. I did not know how she had reacted or thought about me. It was a nerve wrecking experience for me. I still feel the beats skipping if I think of that moment. I stayed inside the chamber for whole day unable to come out as I had to pass by her table. I felt like becoming a teenage boy once again. The longest and anxious days passed by without even looking at her. She was blazing like a sun unable to even have a glare. The official works stopped. My sleep was filled with dreams, all wonderful ones only to make me fall in love seeing her every next day. I reached at 8.30 in the office, opened her computer and typed again, Will you marry me? Please tell me in 10 days. I waited for the longest 10 days impatiently and on 10th I had already become a man to ask her hand. I took a seat near her and asked her opinion. When she was silent and blushed I knew my answer. We got married after few days with small gathering of close friends and colleagues. Two kids and 10 years later, when I reflect back on the success of my marriage, I had not done any thing extraordinary. I called it success because we never ceased our pillow talks, still feel shy like we met in the office, the growing butterfly in tummy, teasing and tickling each other - the dark sides of marriages didnt have their space in our small world. At times when I think of my first crush, I see an image of my 14 year old girl whom I would have treated the same if I had married to her. Frankly, I never felt guilty and on our 10th wedding anniversary, I told my wife about my first girl. I saw the tears rolling down her cheek, cried and thanked my 14 year old girl for making her life beautiful. Today, as I think of it, I still feel strongly that was the biggest gift I had ever received in my life. Yurkong :)
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 06:11:24 +0000