I wonder what my wife prays for when we kneel down together. Knowing her, it must be for the health of our family, peace on earth, spiritual bliss. Now since you are my diary, I will have to admit I pray about my mutual funds rebounding and Sachin Tendulkar scoring a double century against our neighbors in the World Cup. And yes, once in a while, I do pray for peace and joy. Even in the happiest of relationships, man and woman do meet at some level, but only like two butterflies in a garden. Every once in a while, they bounce towards each other, for a fleeting kiss, or a ephemeral union of thoughts and then they bounce away to live and dance in their own independent planes. Like when she took the pregnancy test and we saw the red line. Our first thoughts were, oh my god, what a miracle, I can't believe we are pregnant! Her second thought was, I can't believe there is a life inside me, and it will have eyes and ears and tiny toes. And I was thinking, oh my God, this means I cannot play cricket next summer. So from the first moment our thoughts met, we enjoyed the same event in our own separate ways. Her thoughts were, I think I can hear the baby's heartbeat. Mine were, soccer is a very popular game with girls these days; is two years too young to teach her football skills? Her thoughts were, should we explore the Bradley method of childbirth? And mine were, is it too late in pregnancy to drive for a camping trip to Lake Tahoe? We kept on having these mutually exclusive thoughts till about a week before delivery. At that point our thoughts met again: Please, dear God, please let the baby be healthy. As soon as the baby was born, our thoughts met again: God, what a miracle! And then we were off our separate ways. She was thinking, she has my eyes, and I think she recognizes me. I collapsed into the chair and began thinking, maybe it's time to start investing in 529 College plans. My wife was exploring our baby's toes, and ears and nose half in amazement, subconsciously checking her health. And I was thinking about her future math skills, musical interest, and the balance between Indian sanskar and western freedom of thoughts. We enjoy our baby. And even while we are in a bear hug -- smiling from ear to ear, all three of us -- I am sure we all think completely different things. I like our independence of thoughts, our uniqueness. I treasure them. I like the fact a man and a woman think differently. I would hate to live with someone who thought exactly like me. But I count the moments when we meet in the meeting of our thoughts. Love, they say, is not looking at each other but looking in the same direction -- at least at regular intervals. Tell us what you think of this diary Be part of an exciting venture! Write a Diary!
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