After that first date, we started spending pretty much every weekend together. We explored Boston, tried new restaurants, took road trips around New England, and slowly became a regular part of each other’s lives.
A few weeks in, I brought Aishwarya to a Diwali party to meet my friends. The moment we walked through the door, they started blasting “Baharon Phool Barsao” to welcome us. It was way too early for a wedding song, which of course made it even funnier. Looking back, maybe they were onto something.
As we spent more time together, we got to know each other’s friends, worked through our share of disagreements, supported each other through the good and the difficult, and made more than a few attempts at getting fit together.
Then, completely by chance, both of our families were in the U.S. at the same time. So our official “Kande Pohe” happened here instead of back in India. Aishwarya’s parents met me, my mother met her, and thankfully, everyone got along right away. One major milestone, surprisingly little drama.