As much as I’d like it to be that way, marriage is not like a regular love affair with two people exchanging poetry and gifts all the time, wearing fancy rose colored glasses. Even in times of heartbreaks and disillusionments, I have always argued (with myself, of course) that love, if true and pure, is the biggest gift of life. Two years into marriage, I now feel that marriage is much more than the purest and truest form of love alone, for it requires, amongst other things, a very sincere form of work and effort from both sides. It needs you to give unconditionally, make adjustments at all times, complain a little, forgive with whole of your heart, tweak best of future plans to accommodate your partner, and keep even genuine expectations at bay. Keeping scores isn’t allowed and so is keeping count of past mistakes. Even during crazy fights, breaking up isn’t a solution you even want to consider, as living 24X7 makes you sweetly but strongly habitual of the other person. When someone crushes their ego to say sorry, it means cooling down and putting an end to the fight instantly. And, well, an unexpected I love you text in the afternoon means more than it reads. And you don't do all of these because you have to, but because you want to.
I don’t want to freak out an already freaked out generation from marriage and commitment. Marriage has its perks. Enough to readily forget the responsibility that comes in. One can only understand this once married. It’s been two years of living together and dealing with it all, and the stranger I got married to, now means more than my life to me. We have had our highs and lows, ups and downs, and our share of misunderstandings – some silly, others circumstantial and also a few created by others. But gladly and proudly I say, we survived it all, together, emerging even stronger and more solid in the process. No matter what happens next, I know meeting my husband was the best decision of my life.