The Teamwork Called Marriage

Teamwork- Is that not what every relationship is about? Especially marriage where two individuals would be united in a sacred ceremony, thus bonding two families together.

I mean, these were my ideas about marriage- very basic, wouldn't you say? Yet here I am at this moment, very vacantly eyeing the ruins of my shattered dreams. Shocked...Stunned...Stupefied...None of these words can describe me right now. Yet I am here, trying to compose myself.

I needed a stroll in the park probably. Instead, I chose to run to the sanctuary of my workplace- the only place where I belonged...where I was myself. Not that any amount of thinking could make any of this better, but I had to collect myself.

Marriage! Just yesterday I had promised to give it all my best; and today the ghost of my marriage stood along with my husband, mocking at me.

My best! What was the best I could do now? What was expected of me now? I guess this is the part where a girl needs her mother's tactful advice. For I stand on the threshold of a relationship that would have to be nurtured so carefully that both the families who strived for it wouldn't regret it, even if the conjunction itself had become so irrelevant. But no one needed to know that, save ourselves. Why drag the world into the misery of this disharmony? That was for us alone.

Teamwork! We both seem to want to excel in covering up our incongruity. That seems to be a need that binds us now.

I return after a prolonged reflection and am surreptitiously delighted to find some semblance of concern in his eyes. I must have been dreaming, for it took no time for it to turn into another accusation. Of course, I had been careless not to take my phone. But it had only been to PCT. They had other means to contact me and the phone had been dead anyway. And frankly, I had wanted some quiet time. And here he had the audacity to tell me I had made him wait. I simply had to remind him I had waited for him too. Could I not ask for this much understanding from my ex- best friend, as he loves to call himself, without creating a scene in front of the family?

I guess this is teamwork too. Being on your toes, as you go about flinging insults at each other, making sure you don't get caught. That really requires some kind of expertise.

Also...What do you do when your heart is torn when your aunt shoves the small box of sindoor at you, when you know very well what significance such symbols of marriage hold in the eyes of the man you just married...or the man who just married you!

How do you hide the fact that you are disappointed...devastated... that things took this turn! How do you do that without putting him down in the eyes of your family?

By simply agreeing with everything he has done just to spite you. By making it look like this was a combined decision the two of you took...that you stand by him every step of the way...

Now, that is what I call Teamwork!

Originally posted by: chicksoup

Teamwork- Is that not what every
relationship is about? Especially marriage where two individuals would be
united in a sacred ceremony, thus bonding two families together.

I mean, these were my ideas about
marriage- very basic, wouldn't you say? Yet here I am at this moment, very
vacantly eyeing the ruins of my shattered dreams.
Shocked...Stunned...Stupefied...None of these words can describe me right now.
Yet I am here, trying to compose myself.

I needed a stroll in the park
probably. Instead, I chose to run to the sanctuary of my workplace- the only
place where I belonged...where I was myself.
Not that any amount of thinking could make any of this better, but I had
to collect myself.

Marriage! Just yesterday I had
promised to give it all my best; and today the ghost of my marriage stood along
with my husband, mocking at me.

My best! What was the best I could
do now? What was expected of me now? I guess this is the part where a girl
needs her mother's tactful advice. For I
stand on the threshold of a relationship that would have to be nurtured so
carefully that both the families who strived for it wouldn't regret it, even if
the conjunction itself had become so irrelevant. But no one needed to know that,
save ourselves. Why drag the world into the misery of this disharmony? That was
for us alone.

Teamwork! We both seem to want to
excel in covering up our incongruity. That seems to be a need that binds us
now.

I return after a prolonged
reflection and am surreptitiously delighted to find some semblance of concern
in his eyes. I must have been dreaming, for it took no time for it to turn into
another accusation. Of course, I had
been careless not to take my phone. But it had only been to PCT. They had other
means to contact me and the phone had been dead anyway. And frankly, I had
wanted some quiet time. And here he had the audacity to tell me I had made him
wait. I simply had to remind him I had waited for him too. Could I not ask for
this much understanding from my ex- best friend, as he loves to call himself,
without creating a scene in front of the family?

I guess this is teamwork too.
Being on your toes, as you go about flinging insults at each other, making sure
you don't get caught. That really requires some kind of expertise.

Also...What do you do when your
heart is torn when your aunt shoves the small box of sindoor at you, when you
know very well what significance such symbols of marriage hold in the eyes of
the man you just married...or the man who just married you!

How do you hide the fact that you
are disappointed...devastated... that things took this turn! How do you do that
without putting him down in the eyes of your family?

By simply agreeing with everything
he has done just to spite you. By making it look like this was a combined decision
the two of you took...that you stand by him every step of the way...

Now, that is what I call Teamwork!

Originally posted by: slumberqueen

How beautifully you have written down Suman's inner turmoil.

Thank god she got to see and hear about Shravan's genuine concern for her...or else I feel sooner or later she wouldve burst out holding on to her mother's picture.

Am yet to see the episode but did see the precap that got posted online. It seemed to me like she i was coming up with some excuse to avoid asking shravan to put sindoor...and thus masking her hurt.

Am sure our guy will more than make up but until then... my heart goes out to Suman!

Originally posted by: aidan34

Beautiful POV of suman put forward by you.

I am just wondering how it is for shravan. Is he as shocked, stunned with his sudden marriage decision. wouldn't he would have wanted a decent, proper marriage. I remember the scene where kamini chachi informs him about sumo simple marriage idea at breakfast table and there he replied that she is not marrying alone but to him.

i am not sure whether cvs have planned a proper marriage thing later on for the lead pair as it will be beautiful to see that, not to mention they deserve it. A team work perhaps of sumo and shravan.

will add more later on.😊

Originally posted by: vibg

Beautil!

Suman's heartache and strength in saying what she said to Mami. She knew very well that her dude aint gonna do that.

Originally posted by: zeal11

Such a wonderful analysis of sumo's inner turmoil ... Magical write up :)
She desperately needs someone to share her feelings right now or else that girl will go mad .. Poor soul 😭

Originally posted by: chicksoup

I think they might have a big wedding later on...Namik seemed to hint on something like that, though he would only have a rough idea at this stage. I think it is def in the cards.😊

I think the realisation has to sink in to Shravan- that he is married to her. Not that it'd make much of a difference, because he has always been ultra protective about her- so that is not going to be anything new!😉Right now, he seems to be in the AYM mode..and he has a point to prove to Suman. Looks like he will get carried away!