Meenu stirred the sambar in the pot, seeing the red of the sambar powder and the yellow of the lentils unite in harmony. She wished she could say the same about her wedding with Ravi. She had met him a year ago at a friend's wedding where both of them were dressed their best, it had been instant attraction. There was a lot of happiness around, there were friends who teased, relatives who stared, parents who encouraged and they were engaged in a week's time. They were married within six months during his next visit to India.
She had packed her bags dreamily for a new life that awaited her in a new land. She felt like she was flying like a parachute lifted to the skies by her dreams as the plane had taken off. The next few days went in a blur with her intoxicated by the fatigue of the travel mixed with the excitement of a new place. It was that day exactly two weeks after she landed when she first got a taste of reality.
Ravi sped across the highway in his new car, he had bought it two months ago. He had fallen in love with it instantly at the showroom just like the way he had fallen for his lovely wife. His life could not have got better he thought looking at a flock of birds flying back home. He smiled at the thought of the day when he had first seen her, he still felt the same way after a year now.
When he had flown to get married he was a little worried if he would indeed be happy with Meenu. He knew he liked her but they had spent a mere ten days during his last visit amongst a galore of people. There had been everyday phone calls but they were filled with giggles, teasing, laughter and excitement leaving him in a delirious state. The days around the wedding flew with a festive flare as he eagerly awaited the day of their return. As the plane landed he felt normalcy return back to his life. Things had been good since the day she entered his life and his house. But it was that day exactly two weeks after they landed that he felt he was the happiest man alive.
To be continued....