Wednesday, 14 February 2018


It's a clichΓ©, yea sure. Can I help myself, no! Simply because, it is that time of the year where I can lose my usual "ice-queen" personality and be a little bit extra on the mush and the gush.

I dated my husband for a year, before we got hitched. So that makes this our 10th Valentine together. Gosh! Does time fly? Hell yes! For me the time has flown on the supersonic that my hubby flies. Ten years! How? When?

A quick flashback, it was my 20th year on the planet earth, when my guy sent me a request on Orkut (yea, that primordial fossilised social networking site). Well, it actually started in Dehradun at a coffee shop - Cafe Coffee Day as we call it. That darling pre-Starbuckian era Coffee abode of India. We had an unintentional meet-cute. Basically, I met him and he was cute (still is obviously, Ha!) We chatted for like 5 minutes. He did not miss out mentioning that he was a Fighter Pilot!😎 (extra brownie points? Maybe!). He was to leave soon for work, place he was posted then & in an instant, asked me for my number. He did not feel shy at all. I, on the other had, did not know how to play this. You know, I found him very charming. But giving away my number within 5 minutes, I thought, he'd think I'm a bit 'fast'..  (Please keep in mind, its 2008). So clever me, (yup, I still think it was very clever of me) gave him my e-mail ID instead. Completely safe, just in case he turns out to be a complete psychopath. (been there, done that!)
So that's how it began, Our Little Love Story. One thing I have to admit, I am not really the sappy, mushy, borderline annoying romantic kinds (although I do love my chick-flicks, that is different you know), but Gaurav on the other hand, wears that as a badge of honour in romance! He has always played his part of my Prince Charming. I jokingly do call him "Prince (Financially) Harming" when he ends up blowing a fortune sometimes just to impress me. (Yup he still does that. I mean, you got the girl dude! We are married! JKJK πŸ˜‰) Now I am not going to reminisce my last 9 Valentine's Days - I know they were perfect. Just as my boo is.

Yep! This one looks at me like no one else exists ..

For Gaurav -
OK boy, time to get a little red in your cheeks. I don't nearly enough acknowledge the fact that you are the entirety of what I ever wanted. Absolutely more that I have ever deserved. I have known you for 10 years now, and I have not met a person who is nicer, sweeter, calmer, funnier and more charming. I still get that smile on my face and those butterflies in my stomach.
πŸ’œ Thank you for always treating me like a Princess, despite the fact that I sometimes behave like the Wicked Witch of the West with you. Thank you for holding my hair when I'm sick, while not worrying that you may get sick next. Thank you for dealing with my eccentricities and idiosyncrasies. I know I have embarrassed you, overwhelmingly much over the years. Makes me chuckle how you deal with that. πŸ’œ
Thank you for treating my family as yours, I know mine is a crazy bunch of hyperactives and fast, loud and excessive talkers. (Familia reading this, I love you guys but commonnn, we know its true! )
We could be dining in the fanciest hotels or eating cold dinners on top of a cardboard box while moving houses (a regular and dreaded event for Air Force wives), I want you to know, that I feel like the luckiest girl - EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. (OK, that is an exaggeration, I do hate you sometimesπŸ˜‹). But in the end, thank you for being you and giving me this - US. I Love You.
Happy 10th Valentine's Day Boo.😘

SJ πŸ’–



  1. Irman dear ... !!! Very, very eloquent & spot on ... !!! Keep penning your musings ... !!! Lt Col GK Rao (Retd)/(your dad's coursemate) ...

  2. Good afternoon uncle! Thankyou so much for all the encouragement and love. This ones from my friend/ partner/ sister. She's the one behind the beautiful story written. We both are more than thrilled to receive as much love as possible!

  3. Interesting to go over. Very nice. Carry on the good job.
    God bless the joint venture.


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