As years pass by of my togetherness with my wife, I continue to discover new pleasures and new meanings of happiness. Wishing a Happy Birthday to Jyotsna.
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A Happy Birthday to the anchor of my life. To the one who has given a new meaning to fulfillment happiness and contentment. I wish the best to the woman, who raised the standards of my way of life from mere existence to one of sophisticated social mien. I wish the finest and the best that life has to offer to my wife of nearly a quarter of a century, to the beacon in my journey through life, to the mother of my children and to my soul-mate One who would hold my hand in days of despair as if the same pain stabbed her heart too, jump with joy at my achievements as if they were her own, console me in times of distress, teach me how to bring up our children, deal with ease with relatives and friends benign and hostile. One who would be equally happy in the salary of the third pay commission and of the sixth pay commission. One who would wear a chikan kurta and a solitaire with equal aplomb and satisfaction. One who would be equally understanding in a tiny type IV flat with Spartan belongings and in large bungalow with her antique collection of high class furniture. One who would watch a 20-inch single channel television with as much glee as she watches a 50-inch plasma with today.
In a few months we complete twenty five years of togetherness on this planet, a period which undoubtedly surpasses the previous twenty five years in cheer and bliss, a period which whizzed past so quickly it has left me breathless and makes me crave for another quarter century and then yet another. They say there are seven lives a couple gets to spend with each other. I only hope that my cycle has just begun and will not end at the seventh.
Jyotsna! Wish You Many Happy Returns of the Day.
