My other halves

I have been away from this blog for a long time , and it will be the same way in the years to come. Anyway no one knows about this blog, atleast for now. A looooooooot has happened since I last wrote. Am married now J. September 21 is the date I don’t wanna forget.  A lots of thought lingering in my mind before that as to how the girl would be, not lookwise but her behaviour. Thank God I have a soulmate. One year later when I write this blog I can say happily that we are one happy family. We have an addition to our happiness now…Razil….the sweetest. I still remember one of the most anxious ride I made from Bangalore to kerela on the 12^th of October. I wanted to get there in jet speed but the KSRTC bus I was in would not go more than 40 kmph. I was getting frequent updates from the hospital and I did not have enough battery left in my mobile. I heard the happy news through phone at around 7.45 and I reached the hospital at 10. Am a dad now, I did not sleep that night. I was damn tired of that travel in bus but my happiness took over me. He was so small. My little Razu. He was so small that I did not take him in my hands, fearing I might break him just by taking him. His smile is what I see when I return home and that’s why these days I leave office on time, somedays before time ;)

                              Zinu has been the bestest. I have heard that the best way to remember your wifes bday is to forget it once and then she will make sure that you remember it every year. I actually forgot to wish her this time around but she was as cool as a cucumber. Probably because every day has been a very special one for us. I just wish I can keep her happy all the while. We have had a lot of happy memories. We made a trip to coorg, one of the happiest trip of my life. We did not know Razu also accompanied us on this trip ;) Yes she was carrying then. We would not have went ahead with the trip if we had known that earlier. But as fate has it, it was probably then or never. One day while returning from bro’s home we got stuck in rain and we waited in a bus stop shed, but the rain wouldn’t stop even after an hour and then we decided to go home even when it was drizzling. That journey in rain was a memorable one too. It was very difficult to ride in bike with water clogged all over and traffic at its best.