Update:

Sometimes I wonder if work matters much over people. Work calls and a move to the other city couldn’t be averted. I am going to miss V for a good while. Not sure how long but I hope its not going to be all that much. I owe the best memories of my life to V. Cliched, but V is just more than the husband. He is my bestest friend. I can talk to him about anything under the sun and the dude wouldn stereotype me a bit. I am going to miss waking up late. I am going to miss staying up hungry the whole day only to wait for V to come home and whip up delicious dinner for us. V is a learner. He is a history buff. Racer. An amazing cook. Mathematician. Marketing genius. Techie. Cartoonist. Gaming buff. Programmer. Writer. Traveller. Ask him anything, he has the answer. V is also my teacher. There is really not anybody who cannot but like V. V floored my entire family off with his humor the first time they met him. And his father-in-law still can’t stop raving about V. V is also my travel companion. V is also the one who says sorry first. V danced at our sangeet sans a single previous attempt to shake a leg. V has started liking Carnatic Music because I keep discussing raagas with him. It takes a great deal to like someone like me. I don’t cook all that much.I am a mediocre feminist. I like things to happen my way. I get worked up easily. I cannot stay put at home for more than one full day. I am a spendthrift. I am not an early riser. I don’t like idlis.I don’t like Chinese food. V hasn’t ever dictated terms on me whereas I have.Surprisingly V is so innocent that he doesn’t even know that I am inherently flawed this much. I am not sure if this move is right. I am not very sure if I am being that girl who thinks being independent is bending to the rules of the corporate cycle and neglecting the family  turf.V understands me more than anybody else and this is one of those times I am taking that understanding for granted. I feel sorry for myself.

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