read married life...
but the question is how did you start it? rather how luxuriously did you start it?must be wondering why suddenly this question?
because we were jabbering at work (what's new?) and guess what that was on?
it was on wedding customs and traditions... some of the young guys at office (they are from Egypt) who are just married or engaged to be married, said they have bought apartments in Cairo, are paying the loan but are staying here with their newly wed wife...
they mentioned that an apartment precedes marriage... i would have loved to be born in Egypt in my next life... how cool would that be!!
they asked us what the scenario was like in our native place.
we, in chorus, said, "we get married at our parents'and go to live with our marital family."
they dropped half dead... but rationalised soon after that since it was tradition for us, we did not really think it was something unusual...
i too got married, lived with my marital family for 10 days and moved to Mumbai where my husband was posted at the time...
he had rented a one-bedroom hall, kitchen, one loo flat and all the furniture that could have been bought was: one double bed, one gas stove, one folding table, two folding chairs and two garden chairs (to suffice in the hall)...
and i thought, he had given me the best HOME possible...
yes, we struggled hard to make that flat comfortable and now, after 18 years and 12 other homes that we have lived in, still pine for those days, when all we wanted was to be with each other...
an apartment came much later... now we have two, but that first home still has a special place in our lives.
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That was a cool post...yeah, even I think the happiness the first home gives, where we lived together, is uncomparable.
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