''Happy were the days when I was a
child''. There was nothing to worry about, nor be scared of. For
everything was pure, beautiful and lovely for me. Now after three
years into marriage, I am beginning to think that marriage teaches a
lot, but there is never a moment in our lives when we think of our
childhood and cherish its sweet memories.
Our marraige was arranged, and there
was hardly any time for us to meet or know each other, but we had
lots of things in common, this was why, we gave the green signal for
the wedding. We agreed that the rest of our life, we promise to spend
with each other will be used to know each other. I believed one can
never know everything about a person. There will always be something
that will be forgotten or overlooked. I was happy that both of us
thought the same way about marriage and the way to be in company of
each other.
We used to call each other and talk for
hours, becasue our wedding was fixed in a month's time and I was
onsite for a project, and she in some other place. We chatted for
long hours, without giving thought to the mundane activities like
work. After marraige, we promised each other that we will keep this
spark alive, this eagerness to know each other, should be kept alive
for many more years to come, it was agreed upon.
We were going great for an year. We had
common thoughts about starting a family. With each of us being career
oriented, We wanted to start a family, at least a year later. Our
troubles started when we finally went the family way in the second
year.
I am still struggling to undertsand,
where and how did I falter in my promise to her. She started blaming
me for ignoring her. I put up with it, thinking, pregnancy does this
to women. So, I started reading many articles on parenting websites,
I understood a great deal about what she is going through. I
sympathized her, and tried to put up with her growing number of
tantrums.
With arrival of our son during the
third year, We made up saying our son will strengthen our ties and
bring us closer. But it was far from that. She was always irritable
when it was time to be with me. I consoled myself with spending more
time with my son. I used to see myself and my childhood in my son.
But even after three yeays of marraige,
I cannot say I have known my wife better. There is always something
new to her personality. I never saw how good a mother she was, nor
could she see my soft corner for her. It was that, both were tired,
fight was the last thing on our minds. We would just sulk silently
than open up a discussion and talk about each other's problems.
During those periods of silent sulking, I would think about my
childhood.
I realized that, all my childhood, I
wanted to grow up, and grow up fast, so that I could also be a
husband to a wife, be the strong protector to her. I have been my
best, so far, but We are yet to understand many more things about
each other and the way of life. Sometimes, it just occurs to me, why
did I grow up at all? Indeed, ''Happy were the days, when I was a
child''
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