Domestic Violence, right here!

After reading up more about the laws dealing with domestic violence in India, I am convinced that Raghav can file domestic violence charges against me. Haha!

Raghav & I (Part 1)

"I wouldn't have been even one-tenth as happy (as I am) if you hadn't married me", whispered Raghav while trying to wake me up on a Sunday morning. In deep slumber until then (despite having been asleep for 9 hours), I suddenly woke up with a jolt and asked with an annoyed expression 'What! That's not true!'. He replied defensively 'Of-course it is!', raising his voice, 'I am sure I wouldn't have been even one-tenth as happy.' Most of my weekends indeed begin with Raghav telling me how very much he loves me and how he can't live without me. It sure makes me feel very special and appreciated, and makes me wonder what life would have been without love or without expression of love. Not half as beautiful, I bet!

At times, I also wonder what is it that binds Raghav and I together. We are so very different in every conceivable way. I dislike so many things about him and am always nagging him for those but if I asked him about what he would change about me, he looks utterly puzzled and says 'Why would I change anything about you? I love you so much!' (and usually follows it up with a worried 'Please don't become like me. I don't like myself as much as I like you!'). I can almost hear him add 'However, I would like you to read The Economist every week, and sleep for maximum 7 hours if you absolutely should sleep that much, and please don't ask "who the hell is that" when I talk about the Indian cricket captain' but at the end of the day he considers these trivial. For me, everything is a deal breaker. (After all, I tell him to wash his face thrice a day so that he doesn't get acne)!

I feel very responsible and protective towards him. Does he feel protective? Nay! He values freedom, so he gives me ton of it and wants ton of it in return. However, he does feel accountable to me, so I get to set his limits. Within those limits, he is pretty much independent to do whatever he wishes. Of-course the limits are pretty constrained themselves, a tad bit oxymoron-ic, which can be restraining at times. He also feels accountable for my happiness. Just as I feel responsible for his! My hypothetical difference between both is responsible is backward looking whereas accountable is forward looking. So if I didn't celebrate his b'day with him, I feel terribly guilty, can't eat, can't sleep, and am extremely apologetic, to a point where he almost exclaims 'enough, not a big deal' while I resolve never ever to miss his b'day. Whereas, if he misses my b'day, he would instead try to make-up by doing something super fun that I would have never conceived, but every girl would silently wish for, or  even celebrating it twice or thrice on a much grander scale to make-up for that one occasion. Although its great, I must admit that the fact that he is not sorry for missing the occasion, makes me quite mad at times. This isn't all. I have more to crib about, but by and large, we do accept each-other with one another's idiosyncrasies and feel blessed to wake up by each other's side. Life couldn't have been more beautiful!

To be contd.

Heart-to-heart!

Me: "How's dad?"

Mom: "Ah, he cares only about his work. He doesn't care about me or home anymore." Then after a brief pause (while I was thinking really hard about something), "How's Raghav?"

Me: "He's been fine. However, you got me little worried now."

Mom (perplexed): "Why?"

Me: "What if he turns into a workalcoholic like dad, and stops loving me by the time he is 55? Even worse, what if he stops being scared of me (more appropriately, scared of upsetting me, hurting me and losing me)?"

Mom, just laughed, and followed up with a quick, "Raghav would never cease loving you. I've noticed the way he looks at you and treats you, and I promise you this."

Silent prayer - 'God, please let mom be true.'