Transformations – The husband

So here I am, looking at the big heap of clothes which I just managed to wash the other day, the messy dressing table, TV screen looks distorted with dust, washed plates yet to reach the shelf, all those bills piling up in my purse, the decent looking floor now that my SIL managed to clean today, the CD’s overdue from the library …. Just wondering what would be my state if my dear honey is not back home in few months :)

We all go through transformations in our lifetime… from the innocent child to the naughty childhood. The daring teenage, the confused 20’s and the settled 30’s and the matured forty… and so on. But I would love to look these transformation from a different perspective. The son-husband-father chain.

I would say the transmission from the son – or say bachelor – to a responsible husband was the most exhaustive of all. Its like two raw piece of metals of different gener bolted together – each having its own characteristics or say two big blocks of rocks with sharp edges put to a revolving container. As a bachelor, you have your own choices, or as a son you depend on your parents or only support them.

The initial days will be so excruciating with lots of fresh painful friction marks when two entities and their characteristics meet for the first time. But as we keep going, it gets softer, leaving a permanent mark which smoothens the ride and we loose those sharp edges to get into a much comfortable shape. This must be the same thing happening to any new couple, they were raised in different families, under different culture, nurtured themselves in their own point of views. But as we get to realise what your loved one likes to see you doing, or hate to see you doing, the transformation of a scot free bachelor to a responsible husband begins. It’s a struggle no doubt, but its one battle which worth fighting for.

I was the most carefree, daring and the silliest of the spoiled brat breed, caring for no one (apart from a very few) and listening to no one :) Infact I still get the glimpses of those characteristics – but the very thought of my angels hold me back again and again. That’s what transformations do to you :) Being away from them for more than a week, I can see those old characteristics of being a lazy ass here and their, but no sign of the old wild beast in the :) I can feel the pain of holding back myself, but I do enjoy it :) - confession of a transformed human!