12 September 2019

Probably one of the best days of my life!

Heck, who am I kidding, it certainly is the best day so far. One needs no fancy decorations or destination venues for the fairytale engagement when you've got your very own prince charming. As I look at the delicately sophisticated ring resting on my left ring finger, I can't help the 1000 watt grin that lights up my face. Every time I think of the moment Shravan slipped it onto my finger, followed by me doing the same, I go back to the time he confessed his love Shravan-style or even to the day he proposed to me in front of the entire Delhi crowd.

I'm sure some of the aunties must've fainted that day!

It hasn't exactly been an easy ride for us. Romance-wise, we were the usual, but it was Ramnath Uncle's confession that broke him down left, right and centre. I hadn't seen him that broken ever before, not even when we thought Ramnath Uncle's flight.... I can't imagine what he must've gone through finding out the man he worshipped all his life, was the very reason behind the lack of motherly love in his life. I can't imagine what the child in him must've gone through realising he'd been hating a woman who had wanted nothing but to love him unconditionally. 

I'm glad I was with him throughout, and proud would be an understatement to say what I felt when he said he forgave his father. Of course, their relationship hasn't been the same ever since. Shravan has distanced himself from his father and we all have respected his decision. Since then, he has been working on his own and has made quite a name in Delhi within a few months- and plans on buying a penthouse apartment on the other side of the city.

From then to now, we've seen each other grow strong- mentally and emotionally. And today, as I slipped the platinum ring on his finger, I, with tears in my eyes, silently made a promise to always be by his side- be it happiness or grief, ease or difficulty, laughter or tears- no matter what. 

He promised me the world back then, and I promised him the world and beyond today.

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14 October 2019

It is my wedding week!

Wedding week means fancy clothes, and the thought of having to wear dozens of barbie doll outfits 24/7 has left me gagging. Times like these make me wonder how it would have been had we opted for court marriage instead.

Forget this-

Shravan took me on yet another date this evening. We went ice skating, followed by dinner by my favourite dhaba, tea by Tom Uncle's place, then finally ice cream at the park. It was his way of making up for the few days we won't get to see other other before the wedding, and the thought of it reaffirms my decision for a court marriage.

It's our sangeet tomorrow and, unfortunately, the last day we're allowed to meet before the wedding :(

PS: I'm planning to kill Shravan tomorrow, will my plan work?

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15 October 2019

Sangeet done. Two more functions, two more days and I'll finally get to see him. 

It was a good evening, thank God. My plan on killing Shravan was as successful as myself experimenting new dishes. He looked like he'd faint when he saw me descend the stairs in the peach ghaghra choli he gifted me on our first Karwa Chauth. Truth be told, I felt my heart in my hands when I laid eyes on him. He looked like a prince straight out of the fairy tale books I so often read as a child, in his off white kurta sherwani.

The function itself was a lively affair. Lalaji and Chachi danced on Ainvayi Ainvayi, while Preeti and Pushkar hit a romantic number for themselves. Our friends from London rocked the dance floor on a medley of our favourite Bollywood songs, while the rest of my family members and Preeta&Co gave surprise performances too. Dabboo gave an emotional speech at the end, and I was planning on blinking my tears, but all broke loose when he finished it off with,

"I can't believe we've come to a day where the sister that irritated me to the core, is leaving me to play all by myself."

He even sat down with Shravan in an intense conversation- more like monologue- where he warned the latter to take care of me. His exact words were 'It won't take me long enough to close your case if my sister cries because of you'.

I'm blessed with the best.

One of the best things to have come out of the evening was the cordial conversation between Nirmala Aun- Ma and Ramnath Papa. You could sense the slight tension between the two, but one could see the effort they put in for their son's sake. The smile that graced his face on seeing both his parents in a civil conversation, for what seemed a first, warmed my heart. It was then, I made a second promise to myself,

No matter what, we'll never let anything crop between us. We will go to the extent of pulling the other's hair, but I will never leave his side. Ever.

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16 October 2019

I've finally Shravan's mehndi applied onto my hands. His name has been so intricately written along the gorgeous floral designs, I doubt Mr Lawyer will be able to crack the case.

I missed him a lot today. Terribly. It's the first in the one year of our relationship, I haven't seen him or spoken to him, and to make matters worse, my phone broke.

Like geez, thanks.

My henna has been peeled off and the colour of it became the new topic amongst the aunties of my family. They all have been teasing me ever since, seeing the dark maroon stain coating my hands. His name is shining in its own glory, as if it knows, it rightfully belongs onto my palms.

Forget my palms, his name had been written on my heart and has been inscribed into my soul years back. 

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17 October 2019

It's 3 in the morning, so technically, I am writing yesterday's entry. Forget being the last thing, sleep isn't even close to embracing my form. As I look at the various sized suitcases lining one side of my room, I can't help but feel a plethora of emotions engulf me.

As ecstatic as I may be on starting a new life with someone who's my first and last love, I feel a sense of sorrow envelope my being as realisation hits that I'll no more be part of this house. This room, this house, even though still mine, won't be mine anymore. Mausi told me to leave my room as it is, at least then they'll still feel my presence. As emotional as it may have sounded, it did sound spooky too. They made me feel like a ghost. Presence it seems. -_-

Today- rather yesterday- was quite an... emotional ride... to say the least. While I miss my parents every single day- not a day goes by when they don't cross my mind-, the realisation that my parents won't be part of my big day hit me. I can't believe I won't be fortunate enough to have my mum dress me up or my dad sneak ice creams for a late night ice cream date on my wedding eve.

How would it be having both your parents' presence at your wedding?

That is, unfortunately, a question I'll never have the answer to.

But then again, Shravan, as always, was there for me. Preeti had called him when I had an emotional breakdown earlier and he, not giving a damn about the rituals or what the guests would say, came over immediately. He soothed my pain in no time. He made me realise that despite not being physically present, they were and will always remain in my heart. 

Like always, he was there for me.

Mumma, I'm blessed with the best. I won't call him a diamond for even they come at a price. He's valuable, he's a treasurable being I've been lucky enough to get to myself.

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18 October 2020

I can't believe it's a year to our marriage. Time flies, does it not? It still feels like it were yesterday when the two of us bumped into each other at school.

Who knew, the boy who was so engrossed in solving the rubiks cube would run a mess in my life?

I won't say the past one year has been bliss, or anything of that sort. I won't say we've fulfilled all promises made a year back as we took our pheres. However, I'd say that no matter the failed attempt, we did make genuine efforts in keeping true to our word, and that's what matters at the end of the day.

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20 October 2020

It's confirmed! It's confirmed!

Baby ShraMan is on her/his way!

It's- it still feels so surreal. I can't help but reiterate the doctor's words as she congratulated me.

I am six weeks pregnant.

Six weeks.

Six week I've been carrying this bean in my stomach. I haven't yet felt it, yet I'm already feeling a deep connection to it.

I guess this is what they mean by motherhood.

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22 October 2020

I'd lie if I said Shravan was happy on finding out about our baby. That man was over the moon! I don't think I'd seen him that happy ever- not even when he proposed me, not even when he got his mom back, or even when we got married.

He was gone mad with ecstasy to the extent he shed a few tears of joy. He didn't care we were in a relatively public place-albeit empty, but we were- that he immediately sat on his knees hugging me by my still flat tummy, as he repeatedly placed kisses on it. I loved how he used the term our baby, and not the baby- it showed how genuinely excited and ready he was to embrace fatherhood.

Right now, Mr Malhotra is purchasing pregnancy books online as I write today's entry. And as funny as it may seem, it overwhelms me once again because this proves the extent of his happiness at finding out about our pregnancy.

Baby, I can't wait to hold you in my hands.

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20 February 2021

Our half-baked cake kicked for the first time this evening.

Like Missy, do you plan on becoming future Mia Hamm?

I remember slightly whimpering in pain when I felt her kick for the first time. Shravan was going bonkers, to say the least. He literally ran around the room in circles, as he muttered Hanuman Chalisa. Jaise humara baccha baccha nai, bhooth hai. This guy I tell you. Only 5 minutes later, when he saw me giving him a pointed look, did he realise nothing was wrong and that he was chanting.

He is the one affected by pregnancy hormones, I tell you. He gets excited over the smallest of things and gets hyper even if I am to cough. He has been reading those darned pregnancy books every night, no matter his workload, and as endearing as it felt initially, it's become a pain in donkey's butt! 

But then again, this is Shravan. The one who feels too much- be it love, concern, hatred.

Without a word, I placed his hand on my tummy and his expressions changed from concern to that of pure exhilaration as he felt the slight movement under his large palm. He silently looked at me with wide eyes, his eyes a little moist at the new milestone our pregnancy achieved today, and a smile that screamed contentment.

Baby, you are darn lucky to be getting a father like your papa.

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6 June 2021

2 June 2021. The day we officially became parents of Saumya Malhotra.

She has spent nine months in my womb, it's taken me nine months to get used to the feeling of becoming mom, yet when I held her baby form for the first time three days back, I was swamped with every type of positive emotions, with a force I cannot decipher. Vaise, I hate seeing people cry but hearing her cry for the first time, left me in a puddle of happiness. Our baby had finally arrived! 

Shravan was really hesitant to hold her. He felt he'd hurt the baby, and that he'd rather get professional training on holding babies. Jokes aside, I saw the tears that welled his eyes as he held Baby Saumya for the first time. He later on went to describe what he felt as an inexplicable surge of happiness, that kept increasing by the second.

Baby, thank you for completing our completed story.

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The worn out diary that was witness to the transition from Suman to Sumo, and from Sumo to Suman Malhotra, that day fluttered its pages in joy as it witnessed yet another heart warming picture the family of three made as they sat in the balcony watching the sun bid adieu for the day, with a promise of bringing a brighter day the following day.

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The once hidden love

Finally found its way

To being declared

To mankind.

Phew!

This is dedicated to the lovely

Here's your belated birthday present, my love!

And thanks for being the younger sisso I never had<3

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