Let’s Go To our 70th Honeymoon!
Let’s Go To our 70th Honeymoon!5 mins 49 5 mins 49
After being devastated by my breakup last April, I was on my way towards Puducherry for my solo trip. ‘The couple thing’ wasn’t a part of my thoughts now. After spending days thinking ‘why this happened to me?’ I decided to love myself more to replenish the void. One starry night, when I was at my resort terrace, gazing the sky like never before, still trapped in the same old thoughts, saw a couple laughing out loud. Frankly speaking, I felt irritated and annoyed by them since they were together and happy whereas I was quite the opposite. They took notice of my presence and smiled lovingly towards me. In return, I also gave a formal smile.
The very next day, hunger sent me to the resort restaurant which was full in sitting capacity. I saw that couple having breakfast. The husband saw me and waved a hand towards me, signalling me to join them. I couldn’t resist. I picked my breakfast from the counter and sat with the couple. They gave their introduction as Malini and Pratik, from Delhi. They seemed to be in their late 30s. They asked me why I was alone. I said, “I am on my solo trip and you must be on your tour in Puducherry.” Pratik replied, “kind of tour, yes.” Changing my eyebrow curve, I asked, “What do you mean by ‘kind of’? Aren’t you on a tour?” This time, Malini replied, “Actually, we are on our 70th Honeymoon!”
“70th Honeymoon!!!! Hey, what’s that?” I started wondering what they were saying. By the time, their driver came and they left promising me to speak about it in the night at the same place as yesterdays'. My whole day went thinking about the mystery of 70th honeymoon! I was roaming in Puducherry markets but couldn’t shop because of my constant thoughts. I was so curious and eager to hear from them; had my dinner early and went on terrace much before expected. After 2 hours, around 10 pm, they both arrived.
They both were looking so pretty together. I was just mesmerized by their presence as one. Pratik started the conversation, “We know what you must be thinking because everyone who knew this is awestruck mostly. So let us get you straight to our story.”
“Ours was a love marriage. Malini and I met in engineering college. She was so good at studies whereas I was struggling. She used to teach me and that’s how I completed engineering. Her struggle started after marriage since she wasn’t a homemaker person at that time. I was a man and wanted my home perfect. So I started expecting housewife things from her which included a neat and clean house and taste and variety of homecooked food. She tried hard but couldn’t meet my expectations along with her hi-profile job. One day, I quarrelled with her for not cooking the food as per my taste. It wasn’t the first time for her. I yelled before, too. She collapsed. She couldn’t take it this time! It was a panic attack as per the doctors at the hospital. The lady doctor who was attending my wife got the problem and sent me for counselling. And there, I got to know what women go through after marriage while she has to balance home and a job together. And for Malini, the job responsibilities and home responsibilities, both were new, challenging and highly demanding. Ohh God, what have I done to her? That day, I promised Malini to be calm about home-related tasks and also promised to help.
I kept my promise but one day, I lost my temper and yelled at her for the same reason, the food was not as per my taste. She didn’t collapse but was quite sad that day. The same incident was repeating frequently. Every time, I apologized for my mistake but couldn’t stop myself from repeating. I was feeling the guilt of not keeping my promise. One day, when I yelled at her again for the same reason, I decided to punish myself. Like a psychopath, I started beating myself with a belt. Malini rushed immediately, “Stop this nonsense. What are you doing?” I said, “I am punishing myself.” What she said after stuck me. She said, “Your punishment to yourself isn’t going to heal my wounds. You should do something that improves you and heal my heart.” After thinking a lot, I said, “Let’s go for our second honeymoon!” Since it was a long weekend and I apologized, she agreed and we went to Mahabaleshwar. She was so happy in the mountains. One fine evening, seeing her enjoying the scenery, I held her hand and promised, “Each time, when I yell at you for food, I will have to take you to honeymoon.”
That’s it. From the past 12 years, with an average of 5.5 per year, we go for our honeymoon! Which means that on an average, I yell at her only 5.5 times year. The cost and arrangement of honeymoon trip every time taught me a lesson and improved my marriage life both. (Smiling in a moustache) 10 times, I deliberately yelled to go on a honeymoon! It’s not that we go on trips every time. 75% of our honeymoon trips were of one day only, sometimes without a night!” Feeling pleasant by the story and maturity of couple, I asked, “How Puducherry this time?” Pratik replied, “This time, I yelled for the whole thali!”