“Good morning sweetie”, the text would read. I’d stretch and yawn (or is it yawn and stretch?!) and sleepily text back, “Woke up to your message, love!”
He’d leave for work and I’d accompany him over a phone call. Not entirely romantic; we’d discuss the day’s news, sports, plans for the day and the possibility of catching up for a quick coffee. During the day, there would be more texts and calls. When weekend arrived, we’d make sure we spend time together over dinner or a cup of coffee again! Movies were never our kind of thing. If at all we went, his preferences were animation movies! So obviously, watching movies weren’t quite an often occurrence.
The courtship lasted two years and the next 6 months flew away in breaking the news to our respective families, the official meeting and preparations for the wedding.
It’s been a month now; of being married to him. “Good morning kanna” (kanna – a word used to denote a dear one in Tamil), the text NOW reads. It’s from my mother.
