Cricket, cooking, after-marriage… Day 9 @ Holiday

Cricket never leaves me alone. Amidst all the after-marriage workouts, Team India’s rocking performance with four consecutive wins over the English team which outperformed our guys a month back in their backyard, lifted all of ours spirits. Well done Team India. Well done young players. When future appears perfect, present day feels far better.

Throat infection affected me in the mid-night but by the time I woke up I was not too suffering as expected. It felt happy and proud to have fought it out throughout the night. Body over-heat was the culprit for everything. Weather in Hyderabad is completely different from that of Pune. Adjusting well amidst the marriage arrangements was not easy!

I like cooking. I love trying new items. My Pinni (Yamini’s mom) is an expert. I learnt some of my favorite dishes. I will have to try them out once I’m back in Pune. Self made food many times tastes good no matter how it actually tastes. First time ever I made Maggie of such a small quantity for my sister’s daughter. I wondered if it would be sufficient or not for her, but it did suffice. I pity my stomach. It always asks for more!

Just after marriage, girl of a home becomes lady of another. Responsibilities come creeping in but people give time to the bride, at least for some days at the start. Bride is given all attention except freedom to move here and there. New relations fill life. New people, new adjustments and all new formalities not exactly paralyze but definitely do dramatize the moments. With time everything becomes normal. Small things too do matter; unknown people too do impact. That’s when the new life begins. That’s how the hopes of the days before marriage start getting realized.

I wish the new couple a happy married life.

I admire my Babai for the way he gives his best for the work he wants to do. He wanted to curtain the windows of one of the rooms in the house. Starting from buying the curtains to fixing them up, he did with same interest and passion. That’s when I found a similarity between my dad and Babai (dad’s younger brother). My dad is equally passionate of such which he desperately wants to do. All it takes is a bit of dedication and huge concentration; being passionate the rest will be done. I think I’m with the same jeans too!

Well, days in the long holiday have been running out. I’m yet to meet my friends in Hyderabad. I will have to plan. Let me see.