I think back on these two months and find new experiences. The first time I answered a call on his mobile and said, “Yeah I am his wife speaking!” The first time I introduced him to my acquaintances saying, “I am here with my husband”. The first time his friends called me “Mrs. Venky?” Or when I heard him say, “Yeah she is my wife”. New relations; words which bear a meaning to me now; words which were just words till now. I can never forget how I felt then – the first feel; being called someone’s wife. It felt different. It felt good.
It’s always the first time that gets one excited - being part of a different family, being called the elders’ daughter-in-law, being accepted by complete strangers as their niece-in-law, playing with the youngsters’ as their sister-in-law. I was apprehensive the first time. I suffered from the fear of unknown, the fear of rejection, the fear of my own behaviour and attitude. But this fear too felt different. It felt good.
5 comments:
Very well written!I was nodding my head all the way as I read this post. I am sure you would do just fine at the "new home".Hugs!!
Well written post Prats! I wish this excitement continues forever! :)
Really a good post pratyu :)....u r njoying ur new system, new relations, new food, new belongings....have a happy and fun filled life ahead
Just stopped by to ask if the excitement has fizzled out and life is normal once more OR is it still sinking in.
While searching about ponniyin selvan, I landed in your blog praty..
I have heard your good speach about books, but nice and interesting to see your writings as well.
Went through some of them, your way of composition and your language is good, Keep it up. Probably it might help you to become good indian author.
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