My husband and I have known each other for almost 12 years now.
We met in college and were the best of friends throughout. Then I landed a job in Mumbai and had to move out. And - we started dating.
That was the start of our long distance relationship, which lasted for about 3 + years. I had a blast in Mumbai but one of the sweetest memories are of the times when he would fly in to meet me. Weeks before his actual visit, all I could do was daydream about the days to come and plan about the things to do. The time would just fly past me and before I realized he would already be on a plane to go back home. The next few weeks would still be dipped in the sweet joy of time spent with him.
Whenever I flew back home, I would start counting back days to my flight. There was lightness in my step and as soon as the plane landed - welcome home echoed in my head :) The joy that reflected on the faces of my family members was priceless. I remember my sister complaining that I got preferential treatment (I was treated quite like the Queen of House). Adding to all this was the joy of meeting my husband (the then boyfriend) again. Between long naps, yummy home cooked food, long chats with family, catching up with old friends and being pampered by the boyfriend, I felt like a celebrity in those days.
Once I moved back to my home town from Mumbai, I got married and settled down with my dear husband. All the anxiety that separation brings along and all the joy that comes with reunions was left behind. Life was good but a little monotonous to be fair. And then I shifted base again to KL an year back. This time I was separated from two families instead of one. So there was double the amount of anxiety. That combined with the fact that my husband wasn't moving with me turned out to be a real bummer.
I floated back to the time when the two of us were juggling a long distance relationship with full time jobs. Well, if that wasn't enough we also had family expectations to manage this time round. So this time even his visits to KL and my visit back home were all loaded with emotions of the upcoming separation for me - it is tougher to stay apart post marriage :(
It took us one full year of praying and struggling before he could actually move here. Yes, that's right - one full year. But the day he finally arrived - it was pure bliss. I haven't been happier in this city before. The days are brighter and the evenings are more pleasant. I also realized that I had been living on caffeine, which now, my body no more craves for. It will be an understatement if I say life is easy now. To be aware that I will see him when I wake up in the morning and that he is going to be around every evening when I come back from work is just enough to keep my world going round.
Separation is tough, tougher the second time around but reunions - ecstasy!!
We met in college and were the best of friends throughout. Then I landed a job in Mumbai and had to move out. And - we started dating.
That was the start of our long distance relationship, which lasted for about 3 + years. I had a blast in Mumbai but one of the sweetest memories are of the times when he would fly in to meet me. Weeks before his actual visit, all I could do was daydream about the days to come and plan about the things to do. The time would just fly past me and before I realized he would already be on a plane to go back home. The next few weeks would still be dipped in the sweet joy of time spent with him.
Whenever I flew back home, I would start counting back days to my flight. There was lightness in my step and as soon as the plane landed - welcome home echoed in my head :) The joy that reflected on the faces of my family members was priceless. I remember my sister complaining that I got preferential treatment (I was treated quite like the Queen of House). Adding to all this was the joy of meeting my husband (the then boyfriend) again. Between long naps, yummy home cooked food, long chats with family, catching up with old friends and being pampered by the boyfriend, I felt like a celebrity in those days.
Once I moved back to my home town from Mumbai, I got married and settled down with my dear husband. All the anxiety that separation brings along and all the joy that comes with reunions was left behind. Life was good but a little monotonous to be fair. And then I shifted base again to KL an year back. This time I was separated from two families instead of one. So there was double the amount of anxiety. That combined with the fact that my husband wasn't moving with me turned out to be a real bummer.
I floated back to the time when the two of us were juggling a long distance relationship with full time jobs. Well, if that wasn't enough we also had family expectations to manage this time round. So this time even his visits to KL and my visit back home were all loaded with emotions of the upcoming separation for me - it is tougher to stay apart post marriage :(
It took us one full year of praying and struggling before he could actually move here. Yes, that's right - one full year. But the day he finally arrived - it was pure bliss. I haven't been happier in this city before. The days are brighter and the evenings are more pleasant. I also realized that I had been living on caffeine, which now, my body no more craves for. It will be an understatement if I say life is easy now. To be aware that I will see him when I wake up in the morning and that he is going to be around every evening when I come back from work is just enough to keep my world going round.
Separation is tough, tougher the second time around but reunions - ecstasy!!
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