The arduous adaptation since my wedding has been, acknowledging the wedding on a daily basis. The ring on the finger, Facebook status and the phone screen saver change, all done. But, when I get asked “how are you? how is your husband?” in true honesty it takes me a second to sink this in, oh a husband, dayam I have one of those now. We got our society certification with butt load of family education on how our lives were going to change; not one bit.
When I look back at my disastrous love history now, I can now totally comprehend how my personality was driven towards a Punjabi relationship. I wanted someone with taste of old Monk, love for Diljit and appreciation towards Bhangra and Butter chicken, very important.
I have no idea how my husband does it, deal with me every day. Proof read my homework and help me pick shoes and all of this with a smile. Everything aside, I get asked this very often, chai piyogi? Haye, I love you, like Kanye loves Kanye.