Hi, This is Sahira here and this is my Love story with my handsome Belgian Husband Peter... Here it goes.
I never thought I would get married before 30 - let alone marry a non-Indian, living 4,000 miles away, born and raised in a completely different culture. Turns out, I couldn’t be more wrong.
In 2015, I moved to London for my masters. We met on the very first day of moving into our student residence. Later that evening, a bunch of us went out for pizza. While everyone else was chatting about politics, world affairs, career goals, and whatnot - I decided to lighten the mood and joked that I’m about to be married off and this is my last year of fun! (What was I thinking?) Nobody knew how to react, but luckily, Peter got me and burst out laughing!
Once we were together, he told me that’s the moment he knew he wanted to be with me. He described me as “just the right mix of sweet and sassy, crazy and cool.” I’m not sure what that moment was for me, but I knew that I felt very safe and happy in his presence. I didn’t have to pretend to be the girl he’d like, measure my words, or spend a lifetime wondering if he likes me or not. We were just both our whacky, weird, wild selves.
At the end of that year, it was time for us to go back to our home countries. But we took it in our stride and made a pact to see each other every 4 months. My family got to meet him soon after and cheesy as it sounds, fell in love with him too! They say I found myself the “desi-est Gora” ever!
We got married in Belgium in December 2018. It was an intimate, no-fuss church wedding. To add an Indian touch to the festivities, we exited the church as Mr and Mrs on “mundeya tu bachke rahi”. It completely switched the mood, and much to the priest’s surprise got everyone dancing! Later that evening, we had a small dinner with family followed by a dance party with friends.
We’ve now been married for a little over 2 years, but it still feels kinda surreal typing that out. We even spent the first 10 months of the pandemic with just the two of us and feel so much stronger as a couple. He’s been learning Hindi and I’m learning Dutch. That’s not to say that we don’t fight or have bad days. But despite how messy life gets, I know there’s no one else I’d rather be in this mess with.
After all, he’s one of the few people who laughs at my jokes and lovingly calls me “meri paglu”.