‘When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife‘ by Meena Kandasamy got released last year and I added it to my TBR immediately since it is a semi-autobiographical account of marital abuse. The author underwent abuse from her husband and this book is a fictionalized version of that. I had never read a book on domestic violence and considering this was by an Indian author, I was even more intrigued. What made me finally pick this book was the fact that this book got short listed to 2018 Bailey’s prize for women’s fiction. Link for the shortlist. I only saw positive reviews for this book everywhere and that made me pick it up.
For me, dates have never been important. I don’t really care if it is someone’s birthday or anniversary or whatever. Dates are dates, that’s it. As long as you care for a relationship, dates are not important. I somehow try to remember the dates of close ones, like mom, dad, husband and few cousins. Other than that, I am lazy to remember birthdays and other dates.
We are now in the 21st century, which is essentially Facebook century where everything happens through the broadcast medium only.
In a few days, it will be ONE year since I got married. I just cannot believe it. Time just flew. It feels like yesterday that we got married and it is already one year! We started out with living in two different cities and now finally settled in a good apartment and spent $$$ on getting the house furnished according to our whims. It feels like “home” now 🙂
But for us, the day we first met or went out or even got engaged was more important when compared to the day we got married. Seriously, marriage is overrated. I know it is a special day but probably the day you realize you like a person, they have already entered your life. Marriage is just like a seal of approval from everyone. People usually give everything for contract these days. But my mom wanted to do everything herself, because it was the only marriage she had the chance to execute. It was fun to go shopping with mom 🙂