My wife, Rekha, and I suddenly had a doubt. How come we are still together after 25 years – 4 years of courtship and 21 years of marriage?
As I poured her morning tea, I suggested we try to figure out what keeps us together.
“I don’t know why we are still together. If I don’t remind you, you won’t even take a bath during weekends!” She started.
“Exactly, and you would take a bath twice a day – as if you work in a mine!” I replied.
“You plan so much that if you didn’t know what you would be doing at 10 am six months from now, you would panic.” I dug in my heels.
“And you can’t even plan your day. How can someone love chaos so much?” She wasn’t going to let go either.
“Everything needs to be a ‘particular way’ with you. Water to be heated exactly for 40 seconds, only two pinches of salt in the dosa batter, only three whistles before the rice cooker had to be taken off the gas…all this can get annoying.” I continued my list of how Rekha was.
“And do you know how annoying it is when your answer for the question, ‘what do you want to eat?’ is ‘anything’ and for the question, ‘where do you want go?’ is ‘anywhere.”
From Rekha’s tone, it was obvious she didn’t like the fact that I never had any preferences.
This discussion continued for more than half an hour, and then it struck me — there really is nothing in common between us. Maybe that is why we are attracted to each other.
But to be honest… there is one thing common between Rekha and me.
We both love her.