Eight years ago, I met my husband for the first time… our first date was a short one at a Barista outlet. I only remember one thing about it – him asking me why I wanted to marry him. I don’t remember what exactly I said… but must have been something right coz we ended up getting spoken for the next day.
We had an arranged marriage, which means we spoke for a few days, met once and told our parents we were okay to marry each other. Can you imagine that our fates were shaped by that 30 minute conversation in a coffee shop?
Day 21 – September Blogging Challenge