Once upon a time I was an idealist in the matters of heart. Later Life happened and I transformed into a pragmatist. Then by a sheer streak of luck, I found myself ready to fall in love but in hindsight I feel I might have taken this thought a tad bit too literally.
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| Water Fire- Providence |
Besides, I am sure you would agree that falling head over heels on your first date is rarely a good idea. What I did was quite the contrary! As I was
about to meet my husband for the very first time-where do you think I found myself? On his
feet- literally! I tripped and fell flat on my face. Now since my sense of elegance is in question here, let me clarify- it
wasn’t my fault of course-it rarely is, is it? The culprit was the new pair of high heels that I had adorned
to impress upon this tall man. So much so for first impressions!
Fast forward a few months-things
seemed to be going unexpectedly well (note: with the same date and yes- he did call me
back)! The cynical I was still unwilling to believe this was really happening.
So I figured it was
time to beard the lion in his den. I flew down to meet Siva in Houston. As I came down the escalators in the airport, I breezed right past
the concierge surrounded by agents and limo drivers carrying placards. One
of them even continued to offer me a ride in spite of my repeated denial
explaining that I already have one. Not for long though-only moments later when I glanced back,
realization finally dawned on me that the rather persistent soul was none other than my
ride-Siva.
He drove me to this beautiful hotel, helped me
with my bags to my room and as he was opening the shades to give me a glimpse
of the famous city line, I somehow caught an edge of the bed, and
landed flat, this time on my back. Fortunately for me, Siva had his back to me-and I thought to myself "what
a golden opportunity to course correct!" I hurriedly got up and straightened
myself up like nothing happened, joined him next to the balcony and followed
his gaze out.
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| Biba Dushi- Aruba |
In fact we continued to follow each
other on our respective paths and before we knew we were on the same path-this
time on our honeymoon in Aruba. Love was certainly in the air, my heart was
filled with such joy that it's it hard to even describe. And as I admired the magical ocean
outside, my husband called out to me-"be careful, will ya? Don’t fall off the bed
this time". I suspiciously turned out and gave him a puzzled look which was returned by an equally amused
wink. As it turns out, he had after all
seen me make that ungracious fall on that fateful evening in Houston-apparently he caught that
happening on the reflection on the TV from the corner of his eyes-if you ask
me, I’d say what an unnecessary coincidence! Sometimes I thank God and
other times I wonder, why and how did he chose me. My only explanation-The
heart has its reasons which reason knows not.
