A relationship that changed my life. (blog marathon post 11)

How can one meeting with a guy, who isn’t even your type dramatically, alter your life?  I met him one hot, sultry night and forty days later we were man and wife. I chucked my job in Mumbai, moved to a tiny town and in one swift move, fuelled by a love that can only be termed, in retrospect, a summer madness, I had gone from high-flying career girl to housewife.
 And I was happy as a lark.
Before I met him, I always presumed CAs were boring, taciturn geeky nerds with stiff buttoned up shirts. He shattered the myth.
 His Air Force upbringing, polished manners, love for reading, terrific sense of humour combined with a slight shyness and good looks were an irresistible package. He had a splendid job as a chocolate manufacturer but his life wasn’t all sweet and he had faced it’s blows, losing his mother to Cancer.
There was a very palpable chemistry between us and I hoped as hell, it wasn’t just in my head. The first time we met, we hit it off so well, we talked all night. 
Till he proposed, I died a hundred deaths.  I had heard of brides having second thoughts and pre-wedding jitters. I had none. I was so certain about him. 
If people could be songs all the guys I had dated, would have been 30 second ad jingles on a radio spot, while he was November Rain played on thousand watt speakers.
And fortunately for us, the music has lasted nineteen years and is still playing._____________________________________________________
ps: Had written this piece for Grazia.
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