A travel back in time and A visit to heaven on earth... …

WARNING: A very long post….
Every girl is more attached to her father, and every son to his mother… I have heard people say this, but in my house it is the opposite, I am more attached to my mom and my bro to my dad…
I got married without my parents consent… My parents accepted my marriage after 9 months…
The 9 months was a hell for me, I was in the habit of talking to my mom every day morning and evening… but these 9 months not even one word with her… I still remember the day I saw her with open hands waiting for her daughter to come(this was after the 9 months and not in my native)… the moment she saw me all she could do was cry and all I could do was touch her feet and cry for forgiveness…

There were many who asked me you are so attached to your mom then how could you take this decision … All I can say is I know my mom; she will understand me and will know that her daughter did the right thing in marrying the guy she loved… The only thing I regret is my mom could not see my marriage… It was not an easy decision to take to choose between your right eye and your left eye…
I knew that fatal day the decision I take today is going to decide my future and my family’s happiness (this was based on my happiness)… The decision was taken at a time where all the doors and possibilities were closed; the only option was to marry (we both were of same caste and religion it was the work of few unwanted people)…

The journey of 4 years was not an easy one… it was a bed of roses with thorns in it…

I did not get to enjoy the newly married days, I was busy missing my parents, but my DH was kind enough to support me and understand me... then the usual in laws issue...

We started enjoying our marriage or rather we realised that we are married only after I went to US that is after nearly 2 years...

When I look back at the four years I feel a lot more satisfied… Each stepping stone and each hurdle has been dealt with grace with my DH by my side holding me and supporting me at all times…
A life which was started with no support that is from negative (financially, me and DH had taken care of the marriage expenses) has been brought to a state where we are also recognized in this society… A lot of sacrifice, a lot of tongues wagging about my character, so much of painful words piercing into my heart all this just for marrying the guy you love…


When my mom and dad decided this is the right time to call us to my native, my DH went to US..
I was not ok in going alone and I also joined him in US after 6 months… then we came back this year…
My parents invited me to my native with my DH and we went last weekend…

The place I call heaven, I was longing for one view of it…

The day before my departure from Chennai I was very anxious and praying to God nothing should go wrong and no issues should come(from my DH’s house) … My Dh was like you are acting as if you are going to Mars, and he got it right back from me… My mom and dad went two days before to keep the house ready for their little princess to arrive with her prince charming…

A lot of shopping, for all the people in my house, my mom, my dad, my bro, driver anna and his wife, servant akka and her sister…

At last the day dawned bright and beautiful… took the day train and was happy to have all the snacks in the train… as I was in an emotional state I did not know what all I ate…
Got down at the same old station and my dad was waving for me and I could see a drop of tear in his eyes (he was clever enough to conceal it from his daughter)…
On the way home, each street and house had a story for my DH.. the streets I played, the houses of my friends, the fence where me and my friends used to chat after college, shops in which I purchased and bargained, temples where I made deals with Gods for examination, kai yendi bhavan(street side shops)… oh everything came to my mind as if they did take place yesterday only… there were a lot of oohs and aahs from me , all exclamations’, “oh this shop has come here” “ah this place is a heaven, the good old ice cream shop” .

At last reached my heaven, the moment I stepped out, water started to flow from my eyes I was not crying this was due to happiness a dream come true but somehow got really emotional… Straight went to our pooja room prostrated before my Gods, then my granddad and grandma photo, the photo looked as if they were scolding me what it took you almost four years to come home… The walls on which I did trekking, my hideout from my mom, dinner in moonlight, fights with my bro all memories were rushing back and were flooding my mind like anything…
Then I went to each and every room and everything I arranged, my mom has maintained it the same way in memory of her daughter… I just forgot there was another soul which accompanied me… He was taken care of by my bro who played the perfect host… He took my DH to every room and told the story behind everything… How his sister had done this here and that etc… he kept him company till I got back to the present from past…
The word dinner brought me to the dining hall and I was staring at the array of dishes my mom made, and happily gobbled everything... even now I took no notice of my DH who was bit uncomfortable in the new place…
At night my Dh started a lovely fight (just to tease me) saying see every person gets engrossed when they are in their native it is not only me you also did the same… I was like grrrrrrrr you go every month to your native and I have come here after 4 loooooooonnnnnnnnggggggggggg years there is a great difference… Also I said, see just because I married you I am also pushed to the guest room and I am not allowed to sleep with my mom, this is why I hate husbands, my Dh was like GRRRRRRRRRR … then I was in no mood for an argument and started my tour of the house again….

The whole family assembled at the chatting spot in the backyard for 30 min then we all retired for the day. Next was an array of visit to temples in my native… Every son in law is made to visit the temples…

Fast forward to lunch time… now was a shock for my DH, he was offered chilly icecream, he was choking and his face turned red and I was happily having fun looking at my DH’s funny face and expression… If someone needs the recipe please do let me know I will give you the same… After lunch the expected thing happened my FIL called and was on lecture mode and started of saying see you changed you did not visit your family you have become you in laws pet blah blah blah… I told my DH it is just for a day and look how your father is behaving… then after lunch we all were chatting the evening was spent in the terrace with me, DH, my bro and my neighbors chatting and playing… I distributed my purchase to everyone in the family and driver and servant akka were in tears you remembered us even after 4 years and they also blessed us with long and happy life…

Then the time came for me to leave the heaven and come back to present… I took with me a lot of happiness and nostalgic memories of my past… I felt I had travelled back to my happy going days…

I just wanted to share the feelings with you all... sorry if I had bored you with my narration…