The New Indian Bride

Now before I get carried away writing about the wedding, I would like to introduce you to the Groom, whom I will lovingly refer to in this blog as My Leading Man.

The first time I met My Leading Man he honked at me (twice) from across the street.  Apparently, he thought we were in Jalandhar and not Berkeley.  Those two honks and a fabulous Mexican meal where just the beginning.   

I can’t say it was love at first site.  It was more like “he seems worth going out with again” at first site, “very intriguing” at third or forth site and then somewhere along the way I realized, this is love. 

We have experienced love highs and love lows.  But through it all, I always believed we were connected on a deeper spiritual level. Slowly our story played itself out and as My Leading Man said to me a few days after we were engaged, it was simply meant to be. 

Amongst his most fabulous qualities is his ability to cook.  Ladies, when I say cook, I do not mean assemble food or heat things up in the microwave.  I mean he prepares fabulous meals from scratch each and every day that have me licking the last little bites off the plate. 

This week alone he prepared a home made vegetable soup (from scratch); a delicious summer salad complete with a vinagrette he whipped up himself; angel hair pasta with chicken, green peas, cherry tomatoes, zucchini and loads of garlic; and last night was Lamb Briyani – spicy and enchanting!

Even if he did not spoil me with his cullinary skills, I would still love him. He is incredibly patient, willing to do anything for those he loves, funny, charismatic, blends into my family with ease and in my opinion dashingly handsome.  His Punjabi flare just makes me adore him all the more.