Last month, I had a project fail. I came home feeling like a ghost. Neha didn’t try to fix it. She didn’t offer solutions. She simply put her head in my lap, looked up at me, and said, “Okay, tell me the worst part. And then we’ll order pizza.”
Last week, she had a fight with her sister. I became the comedic relief. I put on a silly accent. I made a flowchart titled “Why Sisters Are Weird.” I made her laugh so hard she snorted. I became her jester.
The romantic storyline here is partnership . It’s the promise that you don’t have to be strong every minute. You just have to show up. If I were writing this as a novel, I’d wrap it up with a beautiful metaphor. I’d say our love is a garden that needs watering, or a fire that needs stoking.
Disclaimer: My wife, Neha, has informed me that she will be commenting about the dishes. And also about the time I left the milk out overnight. Some storylines never end.
She became my anchor.