#MyLoveStory: Kirti & Lalit’s Love Blossomed Over Tapes & Letters
It’s been 30 years since Kirti and Lalit met and 21 years since they got married. Read for more relationship goals.
23 December 1986, 4:00 pm, Nashik: If I am not mistaken , it was a Tuesday, when Lalit and I first met. He was 19 and a First Year Production Engineering student. And he was in MY territory, NASHIK!. Do I sound like Michael Corleone? Nevermind, because I was a headstrong person. Anyway.
We met by accident through our common friends at college. But sometimes I think he arrived at the place we were at, just to ‘accidentally bump’ into me.
It took seven days from the first time we locked eyes to accept that there was a definite and hard-to-deny bond we had forged that fast.
I was 18. Too young to make decisions for a whole lifetime, you would say. But love is a crazy thing. No point talking rationality here. He belonged to another part of the country. He could just disappear from my life and I could have been branded his ‘girlfriend’ for life. But when you are madly in love, all this becomes insignificant.
Luckily, I could share a lot with my mom and dad. So my family was aware of my decisions and choices.
Soon, Lalit left for Chennai where his parents lived. The viĺlain was the college vacation. Those were the days of no email, no cell phones, not even STD booths. The postman was our only ally and maybe the cassettes we recorded and parcelled to each other.
All hell broke loose when he returned. A young male friend of our’s had been fancying having me as his girlfriend, and though I had categorically said no to him long ago, he took it for a ‘maybe’.
So when Lalit came back, my Mr Fan was waiting to welcome him with chains, guptis (some sinister knives) and lathis. Infact, in total filmi style, he sent a showdown notice too. He was to arrive with a bunch of guys and Lalit was free to arrange his own.
Now, a friend from the same group, who was into body-building and called himself my ‘elder sibling’ decided to stand by me, and therefore by Lalit.
So one night, as the young boys and men stood there, the confrontation threatened to turn really violent. I was home and had no idea. Just then, my brother who was 17, happened to pass by the place.
The boys from Mr Fan’s group thought this was a good opportunity.”Young man, this guy from another town is leading your sister up the garden path. Why don’t you say something to him?”.
My brother showed great presence of mind.
“When my sister and my parents are okay with it, who are you or I to object?
The crowd dispersed.
To save face, My Fan warned Lait that he dare not treat me like trash and he better carry it forth to marriage.
After his last year at Engineering, Lalit went away to Chennai and then moved to Delhi, his hometwon.
It took nine years for him to break the news to his parents that the girl they suspected to be his girlfriend, was really his girlfriend.
He has to wait till his sister was married and to ensure that no melodrama or blackmail from elders stole the thunder from our relationship. We married in court, two years before he broke the news to his parents, just before his sister’s wedding.
So we were grudgingly given a social wedding to solemnise the legal one. I refused to call my folks, because, straightforward and communicative as they were, I did not want to drag them into farce and humiliation. I was strong enough to be every person my maika constituted.
It is almost 30 years since we met, and 21 since we were socially wedded. Our daughter will step out of teens and is all set to become an Industrial Design professional. Our son will complete school in a year and then we are free to honeymoon at whatever place we wish.
Love is truly a wonderful thing, as they say.
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