…no. Make that 23 years and counting. We met 23 years ago in January, on a chilly morning in Mumbai, at a college exhibition where neither of us had planned attending, but the fates, it would seem, had other plans. We attended. We bumped into each other. The rest, as the cliche goes, is history. We got married six years later. Also in January.
Its an awkward in between kind of anniversary, this 17th, you can’t really celebrate it like the first or the tenth, but you’re just kind of relieved you made it through all those years without killing each other and can now sit companionably with respective glasses of beer and wine and clink to each other and the marriage, without killing each other over what to watch on the telly. Yes. It has reached that stage. Occasionally, we prod each other to check if we’re not dead yet.
What is scary about going slowly and surely towards the double decade mark though, of course, is the obvious fact that we are surely and steadily moving towards senior citizen status. Also, what is scarier is that I find myself handing out well meaning but totally unsolicited relationship advice to them young uns, and end up clamping hand over own mouth to shut myself up.
Seriously though, the 17th anniversary is also intrinsically unromantic with it being a Furniture anniversary. You know. The 18th gets more exciting with it being a coloured gems/porcelain anniversary. I know just the right necklace with them coloured gems that would mark that anniversary. This year somehow orgasming over buying more furniture doesn’t quite have the same zing to it, given have just been through house shifting some months ago and roundly cursed the amount of furniture we have managed to accumulate. And then drat it, the 19th anniversary is about furniture again and the 20th is Platinum. I might as well call in on those Diamonds in advance given I might be ashes to ashes dust to dust by the time we get down the list to reach that Diamond anniversary.
Happy Anniversary dear spouse. If I could do things differently, I wouldn’t change a thing. And since you didn’t ask, here are my words of wisdom on making a marriage last. Keep the fights clean and that what must not be named on a family rated blog dirty. That’s it.
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Sigh! this is one of the sweetest anniversary posts I have read in the long time…what super lovely advice..
23 years of knowing each other *Gasp* Thats so so adorable..
Happy Anniversary to both of you and may the furniture become diamonds and platinums
Happy Anniversary Kiran.
Actually, after reading this post, I realize (after furiously calculating) that I have also known my husband for the past 23 years, though we have been married only for the past 8 years. We were classmates – we met when were in the 8th standard (we were always at each others throats back in school). Excellent advice – loved the whole post
wishing you a lifetime of togetherness. totally get the “sitting companionbly” bit.
I was telling the Boy just the other day that people ooh and aah over piddly numbers like 1 and 2 years and then directly at 25+! What happens to all the in-between years spent struggling to make it?? Congratulations on the teens, love—you’re young ‘uns yet.
Hugs.
Happy Anniversary Madame K!
Happy Anniversary to you two!
Kiran, your hubby is one lucky guy to have you hooked on to him. Keep it going girl, You are well worth it. With much love to both of you and the little one