The Girl who was always afraid;
As I sit down to write this piece today I keep thinking about the life that I have left behind. People came and people went and what a year can change in life is dawning on me so vividly it’s almost painful. Ive lived a simple life and it became relatively more simpler when I realized that there is a lot of power in my “yes” and “no”.
Some people come in your life like shadows. Some like sunshine. Then there are some people who feel like a chilled glass of water in a very hot June afternoon. They bring relief and a sense of fulfillment that is unmatched by anything in your life. My life-partner is just that.
He’s the goodie bag I always prayed for. My kind of chocolate; sweet with a thin layer of wafer in the middle. Someone that matched my crazy. Someone who had all kinds of flavors for me to try. Just not the bad ones.
Someone with whom I could wake up and not feel embarrassed. That someone who told me I was beautiful even when I had puffy under-eyes and was heavy with pregnancy. That someone who touched me in all the places where I thought I wasn’t pretty anymore because of stretch marks and pigmentation. In all those areas where I thought I could never be loved.
He’s the kind of someone that turned out to be my best friend. The man with whom I don’t have to think twice before speaking. The kind of man in front of whom saying sorry is easy. The one who believed in all my dreams, who told me I was worth it. Who stood by my side cheering me on and bucking me up even when I knew that I was going to fail. Who said its never too late to try again. I know that if I ever hurt him Ill be hurting myself more and if I hurt me, I’ll hurt him even more than that.
So simple and plain yet so full of life is this man that I call my life partner. He’s always ready for adventures and expeditions. Loves trying out new things. He would rather devour local food than order in any place fancy. Sitting at a dhabba and eating daal chawal on the roadside in Azad Kashmir will appeal more to him than staying at PC Bhurbhan. He always forgets to give me the last bite of his food even when I ask him to. Now I take my bite before he gets a chance to finish it. We stay even this way.
He calls it a partnership of 50-50. He have the same likes but different ones too so everything is always 50-50. Conversation never gets boring with him. He is quite different than most. Someone who has the biggest heart full of so much kindness I sometimes feel it might explode. He is all stuff my dreams are made of. Oh and he thinks that only blue jeans are important.
And of course my smile.
Now I’m not so afraid anymore.
P.s: Its going to be 10 most amazing months MashAllah of being married and I still cant get enough. Alhamdulilah.