Saved by me husband! --- Post marriage Part I

So finally, FINALLY, i am writing. Its been quite sometime since i wrote something. Well its not because i was too busy ( I did get married nd started a new life in London and everything, but that took just a month) but because I never was inspired enough to write. Anyhow, backed by popular demand ( one of my best friend asked me to :). I am back and apparently I found my muse. You know muse, the Greek goddess that inspires a creative artist. Yes, everybody needs a muse in his/her life. Life cannot move forward without inspiration, be it in any form. And hence i can very well say that since i had not found my muse for a very long time i was artistically stagnant. Just when the pungency of the stagnation was about to reach me I stopped and God made me find my muse. You know, writers travel far and wide in search of their muse, but me, after all the places i searched, I found my muse in my own writings. Yes, nothing inspired me more than my own writings. I was going through my blog and after I read my last blog entry 'been there, done that' i wanted to write again. :)
And here I am ready to knock you out with my emotional roller coaster of life after marriage. Post marriage for me was one surprise after another. And it was good, as after going through the greatest day of your life where you are treated as the king and the queen of the world you tend to cling on to every ounce of excitement you can find. I was lucky, honeymoon in God's own country, reception in Dubai, meeting new people in London. Life could not be better. But while happiness was settling in, the feeling of missing and being missed by my family , my friends, was rising at the same time. Initially when people asked me questions about how i would manage being in London so far away from my earlier life, i didn't really realise that they were good questions and that it would be difficult. I used to just laugh and dismiss their question as though i had everything under control. Well, i did have everything under control except for my lil girly womany hormones, which apparently flowed in full swing. because I was missing India and i didn't have the courage to face it i suppressed those feelings. Defiant of the fact that they existed, i had become emotionally vulnerable. i was like the 'touch me not', the slightest of touch and whoosh i was engulfed by my own self. Meagre events would make me cry. Even if it was not my fault. I cried like a baby when i accidentally spilt some milk in the kitchen and this is when my superhero husband came in and saved the day :). He had done everything to make me feel at home, but for a girl missing her family is so very natural and so very inevitable. And to keep that feeling inside and not tell anyone is no good. That day i sat with my husband wept like a fish in a bowl :) purged out all the feelings about missing home that i had kept inside and my hubby comforted me. he made me realise that i am just being a girl and that every girl feels the same after her marriage. I realised what he was talking about. Since then I have never cried missing someone ( well, except for Oprah, come on she is gone, i loved her) and a valuable lesson i learnt was to never hide my feelings. Communication is a lifesaver. It maybe a bit difficult for someone like me to start it off but once i did it, i felt so much better and serene from within. Here's to my English husband ( very much Indian by heart) ...cheers!! And as the English would say it.. Saved by me husband :)