Engagement Anniversary

So we got married and honeymoon was over in a month and I came back. Long period of separation. And then out first anniversary not wedding , just engagement anniversary. Considering our anniversary was big with around 200 hundred guests a wedding hall and big ceremony with yagnya and all which ended with exchange of rings. It was one of the most important events in our life, it was an actual beginning of our life together. Below are some photos. 

There’s  another story of our engagement too, but more on that later.

So our engagement was in October and anniversary- first one at that- came during my Diwali vacation, which I was spending at my in laws place. (My Mother in Law (MIL) had given me a strict warning that even though, her son may be in Germany I was supposed to spend the Diwali vacation with them.

I remembered our anniversary one month in advance, but that was one details I was not going to share with my husband. I planned to not tell and wait till the day and then pounce on him when he didn’t remember and sulk and spend the rest of the day sulking. (come to think of it, now I dnt know why I liked that plan so much in the first place.)

So 2 days before I tell my MIL, u know mom our engagement anniversary in coming and she knows, and so does my Father in law (FIL) and they had even planned to get a cake at home and have a small celebration.

And the day arrives and then day gets over. Next day Im reading one of my MILs Gruhshobha magazine and the character in one of the story is talking about her wedding anniversary and then I realize, I thought for a minute or 2, shall I share it with the world outside or shall I keep my shame to myself, finaly after healthy debate I said, mom wasn’t it our anniversary yesterday and then she stared at me for a few seconds before claiming that it was my FIL’s mistake all along. ( He has left for a business trip 2 days back) and apparently my MIL got too distracted due to it and forgot all about our anniversary.

Though I missed out on my chance of pouncing on my husband I still had more in my hands than he did, I called him up and asked what was yday and he could answer so I had to tell him to go and stand in a corner and think about what he did. After what I believe was 5 minutes of standing in corner he remembered what he did or actualy what he didnt, he called me and wished me arguing that I also have forgotten so I had no right to be angry. So I told him a lie about how we had celebrated  and cut a cake he was unconvinced but after repeating a lie till it becomes truth I finaly achieved the result of making him sad. (Really what kind of wife am I?)

Then when he became sad and I was sad enough and I started crying standing on the bus stop waiting for a bus to take me back to Mumbai to my lonely abode.