Being
married is one thing.. making it work is
another.. and then there is another thing altogether - discovering the wonders of being married in
the simplest of things.. maybe its the effect of the O’s Book stories or maybe
just a perfect confluence of time and opportunity..
We were supposed
to go for a small holiday (long weekend) which had to be cancelled for many
reasons. Having lived apart for most of our lives, holidays taken together (few
as they have been) was the way we built strength in our relationship. A holiday
cancelled at first felt like a real waste of precious time we could have had
together..
Then the
weekend arrived.. our ill boys recovered and we sat watching them chase each
other around the house squealing with meaningless laughter.. we found ourselves
enjoying an interesting book
talk on the first evening out.. After years we went together to the vegetable
market next morning and on finding it empty of customers at that hour, we
strolled leisurely, picking out the freshest products together even as it
drizzled around us.. the day after that, for the first time we went on a trek
to a nearby forest. We joined a group of veteran trekkers and walked the semi-trails
among the trees, through smokes of wispy clouds, soaking in the off again on
again rain.. 7 kms and 4 hours sped past so fast..
Three
disjunct activities, weaved into our newfound usual routine, on a random
weekend brought alive the power of the mundane in our lives.. making me realise
that I don’t need a holiday to build a happy family. Cliched as it maybe,
sharing space and smiles is what really matters.. and this doesn’t have to be done on a holiday alone..