When you say nothing at all!

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Ronan Keating fans can stop right here! This post is not about that famous song (though it’s my THE most fav romantic song).

Last Sunday was one of the happiest days of my life. My husband paid me such a lovely compliment – “You managed everything so well and effortlessly.”

Reading this you might think I conducted a mega-event or something but it was just a lunch with a cousin’s family. And it’s not because I cooked an 8-course meal (btw, my 2-course meals are unpalatable, so 8 is like a pipe dream). But he noticed how I took care of small things like the table setting, serving the food, engaging them and in the background managing several other small things.

And the best part is that he had noticed the minute details and was quite elaborate. It wasn’t an absent-minded compliment, intended to check mark the box – compliment-wifey.

His compliment immediately got me thinking, “Should I be happy for being praised for a trivial hosting duty?” And the feminist in me immediately fought back – “Just by virtue of being a girl, I have not learnt all these things in my mom’s womb. So I have every right to receive a compliment and doubly-deserve to bask in the glory of it as well.”

It was a trivial matter and yet his that one compliment has brought us closer than any date nights that we’ve had in the recent past (not that we’ve had any “real” data nights cause of our toddler).

Though we both claim that we can communicate when we don’t say anything, it’s these small small things and gestures that when said make a world of a difference.

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New Chapter

New chapter

I was happily chugging along with a well-balanced work-life and a beyond-my-imagination fun marriage, when suddenly one fine day, I found myself at the threshold of a new chapter.

While, I’d been anticipating, or rather badly hoping and praying for a while to see that second blue line on the stick, the day it actually happened I couldn’t believe it. Did a blood test to be a 100% certain and then only went for a celebratory, yum Kerala-style breakfast (celebration styles are limited at a time like this!)

Its been a few months since I’ve crossed the threshold and embarked on this new journey. Like every other event in life – going to college, my post-grad, falling in love, that first job,  getting married – this event is also not at all what I anticipated or rather dreaded. God and my “potlu” (my nickname for the yet to arrive package aka potlu) has been very kind and loving to me. My life’s barely changed and I’ve become happier instead of moodier. (I’ll reserve the details of my journey for another blog post.)

But to conclude, I’d like to leave a small piece of advice for all the girls yet to begin this new chapter. This journey is not at all as life-altering as we all dread, just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons, rather than social pressure. For me, its come at a time, when I was ready and already making unconscious and subtle changes to my lifestyle. And, I just fell in step with it, just like the other major transition of my life – going from being single to being married.