Thursday, January 25, 2007

Meet Cute

My parents, the lovebirds, celebrate Nov 3rd--the anniversary of the day they first met each other. How cute was their meet? They had an arranged marriage, so it was a very formal meeting.

The first words my mother ever said to my father were in chaste and polite Telugu as she offered him coffee, “Coffee Theesukondi.” To which, my father said, “Thank you.” Adequate. Even well executed. Except to hear my dad tell it year after year, it almost rivals R&J :)

He:
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

To which, she:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

None of my friends’ parents celebrated anything like that, but I thought I would. Except that despite serious mind dredging, Big A and I can’t recollect the day we actually met. So instead we celebrate our first date, which was on a snowy Jan 26th.

This isn’t a very good poem, but it makes me smile--and what the H-E-double-toothpicks-- it’s my blog and my anniversary :).

Update: Pulled my poem. You've got Old Will so you shouldn't complain, it's not like i'll ever compare :).

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