“The great beauty of life is its mystery, the inability to know what course our life will take, and diligently work to transmute into our final form based upon a lifetime of constant discovery and enterprising effort. Accepting the unknown and unknowable eliminates regret.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster
Our life together for the past 22 years has been under the constant scrutiny of our family and friends. The major reason being the remarkable way in which our paths crossed . We are role models to so many people. We make people wonder “How?” and “Why? ” . Only our family, along with a handful of friends know a part of our story .
We were pen friends for two years . He responded to my sister’s advertisement for pen friends in YA magazine of Indian Express in 1997 . Little did we know then that we would be where we are now .
No one approved of our matrimony then. There were only apprehensions, because he wasn’t the kind of groom my father was rooting for me . We are so different yet so similar. He an extrovert and me an introvert . I believe that, along with so many other factors worked well for us . We would let the readers be the judge.
Life wasn’t a bed of rose petals. We were rather walking on rose bushes with thorns and all. To tell the truth, there were few months of hurt more than I could bear,when I thought of throwing in the towel. But our boat is still sailing . We have learned to adjust the sails and chart the course .
I have been through it all. Friendship, admiration , love, joy, trust , envy, dejection, anger and acceptance . Finally I have reached that state of equilibrium which follows Le Chatelier’s Principle. Any or all external factors might disturb the equilibrium momentarily but it would readjust itself to its stable state.
People have been curious to read the letters which made us eventually fall in love. They wanted to know the secrets hidden in pages and pages of that saga.The mystery unraveled – are the letters saccharine sweet or of the spicy kind? What did we talk about ? Who talked about love first ?
So we finally decided to publish them . And here they are.
How it all Began
“You don’t find love,
it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s
written in the stars.”
― Anaïs Nin
It was an undated letter .So I cannot tell the exact date when it all began. The reply …my reply, has a date of 01 February 1997 .So it has to be by mid January of ’97.
My sister Lincey was seeking some excitement from the dull village life which we had at Mallassery. She published her details in the pen-pals column of YA Magazine which was a supplement of Indian Express. She never thought twice about what was going to happen next . Letters started coming in hoards from guys of all age and all walks of life . Most of them were rejected outright . She handed me the below letter citing the reason that the guy is too old for her to match her wavelength .
Lincey exchanged letters with a couple of people of her age group, got bored or felt it too taxing, inventing stories and using words to paint a portrait on paper .
I picked up a fancy letter pad to write, not expecting anything. I was doing my B.Ed and the prospects of having a pen friend felt like a romantic and novel idea. I was and still am a sucker for people with artistic inclinations and the guy whose letter I had in my hand claimed to be one.
So here was someone with whom I would always have something to talk about . I decided to take the leap . His words had something which set him apart from all the men I knew .
I did not assign a face to this person , but could picture an ink pen held over ruled pages, with words inundating in his beautiful sloping penmanship.
The concluding paragraph held promises and expectations listed one by one. I decided to pen my reply and thus the wheel of destiny was set in motion.