It was definitely not love at first sight. There was nothing romantic about our first meeting. Yeah, there was a spark of love but nothing to indicate that I would fall madly in love with him.
He was not the typical “TDH” M&B hero. To be frank, I am prejudiced against dark skin and he was actually dark. Oh God! Should you have done this to me when the whole world is full of chocolate, fair and handsome men? I asked myself. Anyway, now that I had chosen to live with him and share my life, I had no choice.
He too seemed to share similar feelings about me. There was hardly any communication between us when we were together. Whenever we were alone, which was very rare, he would either fall asleep or keep to himself. I would continue to do what I liked.
Visitors, who called on us in the beginning of our life together to “see us” and who were quite a number, thought otherwise. Of course, he never liked visitors much and would cringe at having to communicate with new people. Probably, realizing this, the number of visitors also trickled down. After the initial few months, we were mostly left alone. God bless! How much I yearned to spend some special, quiet moments, all alone with him.
The subsequent months gave me what I was craving for. Slowly, both of us got comfortable with each other. He preferred staying up late and waking up late. Though it meant a change in my sleep pattern, I did not mind it much. For long hours in the night, he would speak to me. I would just listen to him, in rapt-attention. He did not expect me to say anything either. He was only happy that I was listening to him. Months flew by and our relationship grew stronger. But, I had not fallen in love with him, not yet.
Yes, we had managed to build a beautiful relationship together and we were indeed the cynosure of all eyes whenever we stepped out together. We make a beautiful pair, we were told. It was all nice to hear. Love was still far off, I told myself repeatedly. Of course, there were the usual hints, the very public display of affection but then love is hardly explainable. It was still too early to make out his feelings for me. Nonetheless, I felt secure in his presence.
Only when I started getting busier with my schedules did I realize that I was hopelessly in love with him. I could not wait to go back to him. At work, I was pining to feel him, his hug and spend time with him. He was also being increasingly expressive about his love for me. I simply loved the way he greeted me when we met in the evenings.
Other than the time I spent at office and when he was so busy with his life, we were always together. We were comfortable visiting friends, relatives, cinemas, together, and also tolerated each others shopping whims. We were finally a “hot couple”.
And now almost three years later, I must admit that I have finally fallen in love, madly and passionately, with my son.
