I don't really want to become the Danielle Steele of the blogging world but somehow as I go through various stages of this interesting process called life, my blogs are becoming a little mushy. So I apologize ahead of time for this one.
Sometimes I think that my situation is a unique one but I am sure many of you out there have been in or are in similar situations.
And now enough with the prologue, let me jump right into what I want to write about...my third set of parents. Most people usually have two sets, the ones they are born to and the ones they marry into. Nothing in my life has followed the conventional route, so I have three sets to boast about. :)
If you are curious about the second set, let me brief you about a German couple who were friends with my father long before he was married or became a parent. Years after, one letter triggered a parent-child relationship between a six year old me and them which continued till 2006, when Uncle Heinz passed away. I honestly think this story requires a separate blog, so I am moving on to my third set.
Rudra gifted me with a third set of parents right before my single parent passed away. Baba and Mamoni, in the short time that Rudra and I have been married and even before that have accepted me whole heartedly with all my shortcomings. Rare are the people who act as parents for their prospective daughter in law and ensure that her marriage ceremony is everything it should be. To be fair to my relatives they did turn up, brought expensive gifts and supported me in the ways they could. What floored me however was the way my parents in law welcomed me into their family with open arms without any qualms.
In this one and a half years, they have pampered me, stood like a shield between me and Rudra when we fight and unconditionally supported me. Here I must mention my sister in law and her husband who do the same. They also scold me when I I do things wrong, just like my parents would. Rudra is someone whom I love and so do they. He is the pivot on which this piece of pottery is taking shape. However, I believe it is my parents in laws' loving hands who will finally turn it into a masterpiece of love and beautiful memories. Blessed - that's what I am....
