In the ninth year of our relation, and still going strong, even today people ask me "how we met". Rather in a fishy way, I sense the other part of the question "why we met".
OK. Mine and KP's relation is nothing unusual. In the truest sense, he is a man and I a woman and our matrimonial relationship which began as strangers to friendship to dating to marriage to family, I think we are completely insane. But if you delve a little deeper into the details of our personalities, there you are - we are two completely opposite people, with our varied tastes and characters. What they say "like chalk and cheese" is what we are. Perhaps, Newton's law of opposite things attract each other defends us best.
Our history will be quite boring if I describe from the day we met. Rather, let me reiterate what we thought when we met way back in 2007:
KP seemed to have concluded on our first meet, "Goodness, this girl will be out of hands to handle," and I concluded, "Uh...what a quiet reserved man." But God had other plans for us, for He kept meeting us and here we are today!
Whenever I am asked how we met, I feel like I am asked why we met. The thought is funny, because even today we haven't dug out the sole reason of our union. At our best times, we feel fated and otherwise I (at least) feel our differences destined us to make good of our survival.
I am totally wild, full-of-life and socially motivated person; whereas my better half is more of an introvert, down-to-earth-and-to-himself and quiet person. How he manages to sit with a mani-lakhor (hand prayer wheel) in his hand watching TV for not less than three hours every evening still amazes me, even after all these years! In those three hours, I would have done everything to everything and still yearning for more energy until I collapse on the bed.
Of course, we have our common factors as well. Like we both believe in humanity and prayers; we sincerely say our prayers without fail; we have decided to grow old holding hands; we don't believe in material wealth and fight our adversaries with the basic survival kits; we love our lives, and we enjoy a good dinner.
May be these commonalities keep us strong despite of the many differences between us. He may continue to taunt me when I wear slacks to the town and I will continue barking at his messy cupboard. For all days to come, KP and I will nudge our significances in each other's lives, and give more rooms for people to ask how we met or why we met; former one gets a heads-up and latter one - well, another day to reason out.