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In a couple of months, Afzal and I will complete 20 years of marriage. This is absurd because we only met each other recently.
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I typed this as soon as I woke up: Like the Indian economy, our love is like a K-shaped graph. What is good is getting better. What is bad is deteriorating.
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I downloaded images of the yellow-footed green pigeon and sent them to his WhatsApp even as he spoke to me.
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I like to impress him. I’m also unable to resist showing off what I can find on my computer.
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“I have three children and a toddler,” I sometimes joke to lighten all the emotional labour I seem to be doing. As a corollary, he claims to be raising three children and an infant.
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Marriage is not supposed to work all the time. It isn’t meant to be a solution to all one’s needs. It requires us to get comfortable with doing things separately from each other.
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Togetherness needs to be porous. To stay efficient and enjoyable, its design must include spaces. A respect for differences. A celebration of distance.
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Love means learning to set each other free. Learning to cope with and then find joy in the absence of the other. It must feel free to run off and chase one’s special interests. Love needs time off to search for flocks of rare birds who may have returned after years.