Them: So how does it feel?
Me: What?
Them: The first year?
Me: What?
Them: The first year yeda?
Me: Aah!

Turns out that the person was trying to ask me about my reactions to the first year of marriage.

Well, here goes nothing.

In a single line – everything changes and yet nothing does.

When you get married to someone as mad as you are, all the good stuff gets amplified and so does the not-so-good parts. In the year that has gone by, not a day has passed where we’ve not had a difference of opinion, not bantered over small things that’ll look so insignificant when we look back a few decades down the line. If someone asks me, the best thing about being married is that you always have someone to irritate and drive up the wall, pretty much all the time. But don’t try this at home.

Marital bliss is a precious thing and if you keep prodding it like a ticking timebomb, then well, someday it is going to blow up in your face – a la Tom & Jerry types.

Honestly though, it feels awesome, to laugh together, to spend time together. The great part is watching her flourish, take flight as she zips down the road on her bike, from meandering highways to chaotic city streets. A kind soul easily irritated but just as quickly calmed. She wears her temper and her heart on the sleeve. Moves around like a boss and is every bit the Sikhni that she is.
I’ve gone down the path of love before – I won’t lie, but this is where I’ve dropped anchor, with her; and it feels like – Home!

So here’s to the year that’s gone by and cheers to many, many more to come.