In my life, the number seven denotes years of love, laughter and learning.
Seven years ago, this day, I tied the knot with a man who drove me crazy with his simplicity, consistency and rigidness.
That man vowed to be with a woman who drove (and still does) him crazy with her ever changing moods and spontaneity.
Not sure if it is perfect but I am sure it is good enough for us.
Good enough that we choose each other again, after seven years of togetherness.
Good enough that we decide to wake up next to each other, even after a night long hassle over a hypothetical question.
Good enough that we end the day with a good-night kiss, even though he repeatedly leaves his wet towels on the bed and slippers under the couch and I demand a new thing with a new day and believe more in dreams than in actions.
Good enough that we are each other’s best confidante and moral support.
It is almost perfect that we take our union as a commitment and work hard towards it.
I believe marriage is what we make of it.
I am lucky and happy and thankful that we have made our marriage our biggest comfort zone.
We derive solace, calmness and peace from our marriage that keeps us shielded from the heat of the outside world.
It has become our little fantasy world where we dream, laugh, fight, scream and yet love each other.
As we complete seven years, we gear ourselves up for a phase called ‘Seven Year Itch.’
I look forward to exploring it in all its notoriety while he silently smiles as I read this message out to him and says, ‘there is nothing called seven year itch’.
Aha! This contrast is the most beautiful thing.