A happening life, part – II.

June is the month of Union and Intersection for me. Maths! Why are we talking about Sets? Marriage is a ‘set’ of two individuals who come together and share similarities and differences as in a Venn diagram. They are the disparate pieces of a jigsaw puzzle who fit in to make a perfect picture. 
And there are many lovely couples in my circle who are celebrating their wedding anniversaries this month. Last week it were my Mom-Dad. Today, it’s my sister. A very happy anniversary to you my little sister and her Prince Charming. You two make a lovely couple. Stay blessed!
I’d decided to dedicate today’s post to relationships as I see them. But, last week we had a teacher training programme where our coach said, ” It was easier for people to talk about their grievances or sadness though they remembered the good times more.” Point taken, she is the reason you have a part 2 to read today.
I guess Abhay and I had a happening life because we enjoyed living to the hilt. I’ll share a few instances here which are really funny.
The circus at the station.
Abhay would always come to drop me at the station in the morning. We would go 10 minutes early and sit and chat. If ever, I forgot a spoon, he borrowed it from the tea vendor on the platform and give it to me which I would dutifully return the next day. If ever I got late and crossed to the next platform alone, he would send money, flowers or chocolates to me via other commuters who were jumping tracks to be on the same platform as me. It was a ritual for us to keep waving goodbye till we disappeared from each other’s view. Now, in all the years that I travelled, only once it so happened that we carried some argument to the station and reached late. I got into the train at the last moment and just stood without a second glance at him. He stood on the platform as always and the people in the train pointed him out to me expecting me to wave at him as usual, which I did for the people around us. We later spoke and made up, thanks to the fellow commuters.
And we had to watch two movies in a row.
We both watched a movie almost every weekend, usually the last show. Everyone, from the ticket counter to the exit, knew us well. We would get reviews for free, samosas delivered at the seat, in case they were closing the counter early. Once they arranged for snacks for the two of us because the samosas were finished and we were famished. We were also denied tickets if we got late and the movie had started or the movie was not worth a watch or our usual seats were occupied. Once I got to leave school early and we went to watch a movie with nothing else to do. During the interval, one of the cinema hall staff saw us and asked us to watch another movie. We said we would but it happened to be the last day for the movie and the next show was the last show. He insisted that we watch the movie and offered to go down and get tickets in advance. Having no choice, we came out after watching the movie and went back in again to watch the next. 
The budget dinner.
Dining out was always special for us. We had the Mumma-Baby outings, Papa-Baby outings, ‘Our Team’ outings and the Mumma-Papa outings. We both cherished our ‘Us’ time together and would usually go on a working day in the evening, especially when we had got a lot that we’d read, seen or heard and needed to share with one another without interruption. There was this hotel which we frequented a lot at the time. The Manager would always make us sit in one particular corner, next to his counter. Once, we requested to be seated in another corner but the Manager insisted we sit in the usual place. Intrigued, Abhay asked why he was so insistent. The Manager replied sheepishly, “Sir, you two tell good stories.”
Once Abhay challenged Shubham and me to arrange a full three course dinner for a budget of INR 200. He wanted us to  arrange for starters, soup, main course and dessert, failing which there would be no dining out for a month. So, we sat to plan it out. We first went to an outlet where we had paani-puri and chaat for starters, then we went to an eatery that served soup and momos for our main course and we were left with only 10/-.
We still had to arrange the dessert. I had a brainwave and I sent Shubham to get jalebis worth Rs. 10/-. Luckily, we got three jalebis for ten and so, our budget dinner was managed as required. Abhay was impressed but said that we had wasted far too much fuel in moving around from one joint to another. To which Shubham replied that it was not a part of the deal.

I can go on and on narrating story after story without a pause. There are so many of them of our long drives in car or on bike, of picnics, of reading together, of sorting vegetables or doing mundane things. Our life was happening because we enjoyed being together, doing things, living and experiencing every moment and I enjoy reliving them when I remember them.
I think this is what makes a relationship strong. I understand that not every relationship has love in it neither does every love bloom into a relation. But still a relation is the ship on which love sails and acceptance, appreciation, acknowledgement, adjustment, and honesty are the winds that give it direction. You just have to be there for one another.

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