A Tale Of Two Beings

 So we all know about Adam and Eve.

For the ever-so-eternal ignorant, in the story of Adam and Eve, God saw that it was not good for Adam to be alone and decided to create Eve as a partner from one of his ribs.

Most misogynistic chauvinists (pigs) might say, ‘Well, I would prefer to still have my rib’. Well, my dear friend, if there was no Eve after you bit into the apple, your time would be spent just strengthening your right arm in those ever-repetitive movements that we all so often enjoy as teenagers. So if not for anything else, be glad Eve was there.

Moral of the story? Sometimes, biting into the forbidden fruit may seem like a good idea, but it might just come with more awkward conversations than you’re ready for. Also, maybe don’t trust a snake that’s trying to sell you life-changing fruits.

Ok, enough of the witty sarcastic part, let’s talk about the two people coming together. Notice I say two people- whether you want to cover your eyes with a veil or literally blind yourself to death to the fact that it is not always a heterosexual relationship, it is your choice. You won’t burn to ashes if a LGBTQ couple crosses your path though (also please stop terrorising those black cats), so avoid those condescending looks please- they already figured out part of their life and choices, you are probably still thinking why God sent you here on Earth.

Yes, so back to the tale- In the early days of a relationship (notice I say relationship, not marriage or anything else), we often feel the flutter of butterflies—a thrilling, overwhelming sense of excitement and wonder. But as time passes and the initial spark of infatuation gives way to a deeper connection, it becomes something even more profound.

F. Scott Fitzgerald did extrapolate on this and from my own poor memory, I do remember in brief his basic concept about it- The butterflies may fade, but they are replaced with a much stronger and more enduring bond, one that is built on trust, shared experiences, and a love that grows deeper with each passing day.

As they learn from each other and grow together, they become more than just two individuals; they become a united team, resilient and strong. The beauty of a relationship is not in perfection but in the shared commitment to make each day better than the last.

What about marriage then? Well, from my personal opinion, (and I am not a Cochrane review, so do please take my writings with a pinch of salt and make your own assumptions. As my mentor often said- God gifted you with a brain, make sure it doesn’t become a curse- Think.) marriage is more than just a union of two people; it is the joining of hearts, minds, and souls. It is a beautiful journey of partnership, where two individuals come together to create something greater than the sum of their parts.

Love is the foundation, trust is the pillar, and respect is the bond that holds everything together. Marriage is about leaning on each other through life’s ups and downs, becoming each other’s support system, and nurturing a connection that transcends the challenges that come your way.

“Marriage is not just spiritual communion, it is also remembering to take out the trash,” as psychologist Joyce Brothers once said. This quote beautifully captures how marriage transitions from a dynamic partnership into a true companionship—when the little, everyday tasks become an expression of love and care. The joy is no longer just in the grand gestures but in the shared moments of life: the laughter over dinner, the quiet moments on the couch, or even the simple act of being there when the other needs support. Also, remember to take out the trash- your wife/partner/he/she/they will never let you hear the end of it.

It’s the ability to sit in comfortable silence, to know what the other needs without asking, and to always be there, not because you have to be, but because you want to be.

It’s embracing each other’s differences, supporting one another’s dreams, and growing together. It’s about navigating life’s challenges hand in hand.

Together, you don’t just navigate life—you do it as best friends, soulmates, and partners for life.

The third year of marriage is not when you start finishing each other’s sentences… it is always about arguing about who was supposed to finish them.

To my ever-present Stockholm syndrome captor/ The Siamise twin sharing a common heart with me:

To Sneha – Happy (I hope so!) third year of our marriage.

I will always be your John Wick- P.S, not the hero part … non non non ma chérie… I will always be here to be your Baba-Yaga (Wiki- In some tales she is a ferocious-looking old woman who fries and eats children, while in others she is a nice old woman who helps out the hero). For the simpleton out here reading this- this is from John Wick and what it just means- I will always be here to make sure her veins pop out of her head on some days, and yet on others I will be the one holding her while she has that nice Chai Latte.

Well,

Happy anniversary Mon Amour,

From the man crafted from your rib, because you were already perfect (Well that is utter BS, but it felt poectic.)

Your very own Baba-Yaga

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