First six months of being married.

The First Six Months of being married! ☺️

The first six months of marriage haven’t just been about “us.”
They’ve been about the little things that slowly shape a life together.

I came into this home with a lot of inhibitions and fear – of the unknown, of whether I’d fit in, of whether I’d do it right. But what followed has been a journey—of learning, unlearning, and growing in ways I never expected.

It’s been about coasters, coffee, cutlery… and figuring out how to build a rhythm together, in our own way.
About small joys and quiet discipline, shared routines and unspoken understandings.

It’s been about missing home, moving to and fro, navigating new roles,
and learning the art of sweet give and take.

It’s about knowing people—understanding them, growing with them. About realizing how much love lives in the spaces between conversations, celebrations, and silences.

It’s about little humans—like Stavyah—who bring laughter and pure joy.
And about learning from the oldest—Ajja—simply by watching the energy, passion, and sheer hard work he carries even at his age. A quiet inspiration I absorb without needing words.

It’s about learning how to cook, how to clean and manage things that once seemed small but now feel big.
It’s about trying—and sometimes failing – but still showing up.

It’s also about learning a new language and culture – Tulu, and a cuisine so comforting it now feels like mine. (oh coconut oil–infused idly! 😋)

It’s about embracing unfamiliar traditions and finding calmness in them. About confronting the fear of not doing well, and still choosing to try. It’s about change – a good kind of reformation, one that gently roots itself deep within. A shift that feels soft but significant.

And perhaps… first impressions do matter. I always thought they didn’t. But I’m beginning to see, maybe they quietly do.

It’s about the little arguments with the best person in my life – the natural bumps that come from being around each other, every single day.

It’s about dressing up, showing up—for weddings, for festivals, for get-togethers.

It’s about teamwork, about laying down quiet foundations for a life of learning and trying – to be better, to be more kind, more thoughtful, more us.

And for me, at the end of the day—
it’s been about making new friends in this new world.

Most of all, it’s thanks to my mother-in-law (though I don’t like the word “in-laws”—not sure who came up with that, definitely not okay), who feels more like a friend, someone I know I can talk to, about anything, anytime I want to.

And to my father-in-law—
so quiet, yet so warm, so present in his own way – thank you for making me feel welcome.

So much so that now, I can confidently call this my home.
Not just for now, for a lifetime. It takes a while to sync in isn’t it? May be a year later it’s even more stronger.

It’s a journey – of learning, unlearning, patience, love, and nurturing.

Because love takes different forms at different stages. Sometimes, it’s just standing nearby while someone works – an act of quiet emotional presence.
Sometimes, it’s doing chores, lending a hand, lightening a load. But always, it’s about being open – to each other, to change, to all the silent ways we say I care.

Probably every woman feels it differently—this is my version.
My voice, my heart, and my small, unfolding story of love, home, and everything in between.

Well, I think when we’re conscious about not troubling or hurting the people around us, everything becomes a little easier. It’s about the small yeses – the gentle affirmations—rather than the unnecessary questions that stir up storms.

In the end, it’s simply about being kind human beings. And most of all, it’s about being honest and open to learning having a progressive mind with lot of respect and just being ourselves.

With love & happiness,
– Prakruthi