Diwali is in the air. Festival of lights.
All I can remember is the light in your eyes, when the fireworks sparkled. Remember last year this time? You dragged me off to buy sparklers.
There is a Rangoli at the door. My sister made it this year. Remember last year? You sat making it all day. When I returned home from work on Diwali eve, you dragged me by the arm to surprise me with it...and of course, we discovered that I had stepped on it on my way to our room.
I ended up repairing it, while you sat making a long face.
My mom pestered me to try her sweets this morning. Remember last year? You made four varieties of it..and I had to taste them all. You made me swear I would lie even if they were completely gross.
I had to. They were gross. But your smile was beautiful.
I pick out my outfits now-a-days,every morning before work. I am sure you would scrunch up your nose at the sulky colours I pick.Trouble is, I can picture you pooh pooh-ing my charcoal grey suit...and trying to make me wear that light yellow shirt you bought for me. It lies forgotten in a corner. Moping.
and it breaks my heart. Every damn morning.
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Marriage is not easy. It's the little things piled up. All the little trinkets of joy and the bittersweet tucked away. I thought ours would never end until death did us part.
How did we get here? Do you know?
If you don't who does?
But maybe you are right. If a bond is weak, it will break. But I think your side was weak. Not mine. Maybe it takes two parties to screw up a marriage. All I know is I did my part.
Small comfort. Or maybe more regret.
