I was and I’m a hopeless romantic. Like many women entering the married life, I dreamt of reading book together with my husband, him surprising me with gifts, packing our bags for unplanned vacation etc. But God had other plans for me. He paired me with a person who doesn’t read books, forgets anniversaries and doesn’t like much of surprises. As you can imagine the rest there were lot of fights and misunderstandings. I would send him I love you’s, poems in Whatsapp to be rewarded with no reply. When I get him surprise gifts say shirts or perfumes, he would say I would wear it on important occasions. My first birthday post wedding was a disaster. He didn’t wish me or gift me anything. Somehow we survived. In these three years of marriage I understood sky won’t come crashing down if he doesn’t gift me on birthday. He too understood that I’m expecting something on my birthday and bought me a cake last year, vast improvement from the first year. I tell him beforehand that it’s our anniversary next week and I’m expecting him to take me out for dinner. I continue to text him love poems without bothering for reply. Slowly we were reaching a middle ground. I thought soon our marriage state will turn as ‘Expectations met’ A year back he went for a trip abroad and since that was close to my birthday I expected him to come with a bag full of gifts for me! He came back with only Dates and cashew nuts. Last week when he went abroad I asked him to get something for my personal use. Guess what he came back with…………….Frizz control conditioner. I think our marriage is still in Work in Progress mode.