Life.. is all about love.

A couple of months after I joined my postgraduate training, mom encouraged (more like kicked me into) listing my ‘availability’ on the ever growing portal. The idea was so that I could find someone by the time I finish my training.

For over a year and a half, luckily all interactions with parents of potential ‘would be’s’ were solely limited to internet and phone conversations. Things beefed up as I approached the beginning of my final year of training. I was no longer a free member. I became CLASSIC PLUS, i.e., now I get to personally contact potential candidates online. I was getting more and more immersed into my residency and the responsibilities it carried.


Scene 1

In January, the online meets led to an actual pennu kaanal chadangu. I had seen the pic of the girl online. Petite with bright eyes. Rest all had to be deciphered once I met her.

Boy meets girl. Boy nervous. Girl very nervous. First time for both. Boy tries to blabber rubbish to calm her nerves. Moves into common areas of interest. Discussing MBBS (thank god there is 4.5 years and shit load of subjects to bring up!)

Meet – from an academic perspective is a success.

Our astrologer enters the scene – Stars do not match. Chapter closed.

Outcome: Tasty roasted cashews the best part of the visit.

Scene 2

Mom invites me for round 2 a month later. This time I manage to convince her to fly back home. Decide to focus on studies and work.

Our astrologer, girls astrologer – give the green signal.

Pressure: See girl before May, else no girl walks into your life for the next 365 days 24/7.

Boy sees picture of girl.  Sharp features, captivating smile. Boy meets girl.


On April 14th, we met. We spoke, for almost 2 hours. I was blunt, trying to portray all the dimensions of my personality that might drive her away from me. She sat there, listening, smiling, acknowledging. She was bright, confident, mature. A good student of experience, I found it difficult to find fault with her. I went back home, having failed to find anything that could turn me away from her.

BSNL, Vodafone and IDEA made the distance between us disappear. Whatsapp kept us on our toes.


Official: On September 6th we vowed to take the plunge. Her coming into my life was apt in many ways. She brought color to the grayscale routine I have been in for the last two years. It is an inexplicable genuine feeling knowing you really matter to someone out there, that there is someone to share the fruits of your success, to support you when you need it most.

Last one month has been crazy. With family around, I managed to spend some quality time at home and I take this moment to thank each and everyone from family and friends to colleagues and teachers who have kept us in their prayers and wished us. This is a journey of much excitement and I hope to savour every moment of it.

6 thoughts on “Life.. is all about love.

  1. I like this little bait moving on the side here that shows us how we’re captivated and falling for the post- hook,line and sinker 😀
    To have someone interested in everything about us.. sharing our successes…listening to our thoughts even when they’re incoherent silences or explosive and unkind words.Bearing with us,raw…unedited…beta versions of the adult us! This exciting journey shows us ourselves in a new light… “Ohmgosh! I’m not as good ,as loving ,as unselfish or anything as superlative as I thought I was!”.. and wow here’s my spouse …who really is good,loving and unselfish…hmm.

    A reality check par excellence…savoury of the “sweet and sour ” kind…worth fighting for with all your sweat blood tears 🙂 Bon voyage Athira and V!

    1. thanks a lot for sharing your views buddy. i know am only standing at the tip of the iceberg, whilst you all are already underwater and enjoying the magnanimity of it. 🙂

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