2 years ago today…

…Colin and I got married in sunny Cyprus, the island of love.

(Warning 1: This is not an interiors post. Apologies to anyone who is disappointed. You may make your excuses now and leave.
Warning 2: This personal post is about as deep as I will ever get. It may make you sick. You may make your excuses now and leave.

Still here? Hmm, well don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

It was the most beautiful day: blue skies, 26ยฐC, our closest people with us, all just having a blast, which was all we wanted.

The wedding was at 5p.m. so before it was time to start getting ready, everyone was splashing around in the swimming pools of the gorgeous villa complex that we had hired out. The whole day and evening was relaxed, colourful and more fun than I could’ve imagined.

I did experience a bit of a strangeness though. It began as I was being driven to the Ethnographic Museum (aka the wedding venue) and intensified almost unbearably as I walked down the aisle. It was a feeling like no other, a crazy cocktail of:

  • nerves – being the centre of attention is really not my thing anymore.
  • disbelief that I – me, Meera, the wild one – was actually tying the knot.
  • sheer joy that we were having a rather unique and intimate wedding (party of 25) in a museum courtyard, which when you step into, feels like stepping back in time.
  • exhilaration that I was having the time of my life being contrary to the convention, expectations and cultural traditions that had thus far been the bane of my existence. >>cue David Bowie’s Rebel Rebel<<
  • fear that Colin would come to his senses and run to the opposite end of the island “Marry her, what? Am I nuts?”
  • dream-like euphoria that the most selfless, compassionate, loving, brilliant, sweetest man I have ever known, who is also my best friend and my rock, wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
  • a little sadness that the people who saw me growing up simply couldn’t open their minds and hearts enough to accept me for who I am and the choices I make. But this last feeling quickly paled into insignificance as I walked towards my gorgeous man, the love in his eyes making me smile so wide that my jaw was hurting later – really. My heart was thumping so loud I was sure it could be heard above the classical music. My heart was also doing cartwheels.

Upon being pronounced husband and wife, any feelings that were contrary to my happiness simply drained away and were replaced by even more delight. Through the confetti, hugs of congratulations, photographs, reception, dining and dancing, I felt like I was floating, hand-in-hand with Colin, and despite my aching jaw, I simply couldn’t wipe off my big toothy smile.



As I sit here remembering the day, I can’t help but pinch myself. When I was younger, I never could’ve dreamed of this incredibly wonderful life that I have, and with someone as incredible as Colin.

I was a completely different person when we first met 5 years ago, and now that I have found ‘me’, I can better understand the actions of my old self.

I don’t have happy childhood memories. I remember some horrific incidents and mostly a lot of negative energy on a day to day basis. There wasn’t much love where I grew up. As I entered adulthood, outwardly I was as normal as an Indo-Kenyan with wild rebellious teenage experiences can be – a good university student who got a good job and had plenty of true tales to interest and charm people who wanted to know. But scratch the surface and it was a different picture. My deep-rooted insecurities and unresolved issues made me volatile. This trait eventually damaged some of the good relationships that came my way.

Like with others before him, I gave Colin several reasons to run far far away but unlike the others, he stayed and showered me with more affection than I knew what to do with. He loved this ‘loony, exotic creature’, and I just had to deal with it. Incredibly, the more he loved me, the more my inward tumultuous storms calmed. He glimpsed my creative side which until then had had little chance to play, so encouraged me to follow my dreams, unreservedly supported me through my career change and allowed me to be ME – at last.

A few years on… I am a new person. I see the world in a completely different light, observing beauty and taking pleasure in little things around me. I no longer get hung up on perfection, but rather rejoice in imperfection (knocks and dents = character). I have more creative ideas than I can pen down (a big thank you here to my lovely blog friends who inspire me daily), so need to work on organising them, but for now I love letting my creative spirit and imagination run wild and free to make up for all the years it was caged. I finally know what it is to be happy and I’m holding on to it! Sometimes when the demons of my past do rear their ugly heads, my white knight helps me vanquish them. One day, I hope, they will be vanquished for good.


This morning, just as he did 5 years ago and every day in between, Colin woke me up with a cup of tea, a kiss and a cuddle. The way he looks at me disarms me and makes me realise that miraculously I love him more today than I did yesterday. Every day I feel this way. Our love is of the growing kind.

He spoils me silly. He is the only person in my world who has taught me, despite me being a difficult student, what love and happiness are. Would you believe, he comes from a difficult childhood too. He is my universe and together there is nothing we can’t do.

So anyway, the moral of the story is…




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12 responses to “2 years ago today…

  1. Happy anniversary ๐Ÿ™‚ Sounds like the 2 of you can conquer the world together.

  2. Gorgeous post! Happy Anniversary – am so happy for you that you have found such happiness! ๐Ÿ™‚
    BTW – I am LOVING your wedding dress – you look so amazing!! I think i’m going to be looking for something similar ๐Ÿ™‚ xxx

  3. Oh Meera, this brought a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat! What a beautiful story, a beatiful setting and a beautiful bride you were… I’m so pleased you have found the ONE and who obviously brings out your very best and makes you so happy.

    I reckon our backstories are not so different after all – I have the same family issues of people not accepting me for the life I have chosen but ultimately, you have to lead your own life and make choices that make you happy and fulfilled. You have found your way and you have found yourself in the process and you have found someone to walk with you through this crazy journey we call life.

    Thank you for sharing your amazing story – you are a remarkable woman and I so admire you following your dreams!

    Big hugs my lovely friend and Happy Anniversary xx

  4. A very happy wedding anniversary to you – Meera and Colin! Here’s wishing you both lots of happiness and surrounded with love.

    My husband and I celebrated our 7 years of wedded bliss on May 21 and sometimes it still feels like yesterday.

    Cheers and what a beautiful place to get married.

  5. GB

    That was such a sweet honest post! Happy anniversary to the two of you, may your love blossom and grow……

  6. Happy Anniversary, Meera! Thanks for sharing a sweet and honest post. I can totally relate with the unhappy childhood part and how everyday you are surrounded by negative energy, not much love in the house hold, violence, etc. Trust me, I have been there. I was also like you, outwardly I acted normal so that I will be accepted by my peers but deep inside, I was full of misery and insecurities. I had lot of crazy thoughts but luckily I was able to console myself and none of that came into fruition.

    So, congrats again and I hope you and Colin live a wonderful and beautiful life together and may you have more happiness in years to come!


  7. That was ‘THE POST’ Meera. I am happy for you that you moved ahead from the life that WAS. COLIN you are amazing and happy anniversary to you both.

  8. Happy anniversary to you two, your words brought a tear to my eye, what a beautiful post!

  9. Congratulations, beautiful Meera.

    i have that lump in my throat Red does. OUR LOVE IS OF THE GROWING KIND is what did it for me. i recognize the rarity of the growing kind of love, what it means to find love that transforms you, and the treasure of being loved by someone who sees you as a gift. what an amazing post packed with lovely.

    i am so glad to have found you across the universe!


  10. Being transformed by love is what makes us human. Thank you for sharing your beautiful self with your readers. Happiest anniversary to you both!


  11. Hello from Stockholm!

    Meera my friend — this was the most beautiful love post I have read in a long time. You are very lucky to have each other (and what kind of nut cases did you use to surround yourself with who would not respect you. Good riddance is all I can say).

    I love how you write how he spoils you silly! You deserve only the best!

    Warm hugs,


  12. Oh, how, how, hooooow did I miss this post? I came back to see if you’ve posted recently, saw you hadn’t and scrolled down a bit…and I’m so glad I did! It’s LOVELY! I am SO glad you’ve found such amazing love. And may it grow
    and grow, passing all your expectations, every single day of your lives.


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