Love, Sinusitis, and the Man with Hazel Eyes ❤️

(A story about coughs, chaos, and one very OCD husband)

It started with a cough.

A cute little “Mommy, I have khikhikhikhikhikhi” from my daughter — the kind that makes you smile and think it’ll pass.

Spoiler: it didn’t.

Two days later, I was coughing too — and by the end of the week, I had the ultimate Buy 1, Get 3 Free package — sinusitis, ear infection, and the worst drug reaction known to humankind.

And just when my brother moved abroad ✈️ and my parents came to Delhi, I got so sick I couldn’t sleep for days. So my parents — my personal rescue team — said, “Bas, pack your bag, you’re coming to mayeka.”

So here I am — at home, living on kadha and parental love, wrapped in nostalgia and vapor rub.

And in between the sneezes and antibiotics, I realized how much I missed him.

The OCD Husband with Hazel Eyes 💛

He’s the man with those gorgeous hazel-yellow eyes that could light up a blackout.

The one who wipes the dining table before I even sit down.

Who folds the towel into a perfect square while I’m still wondering which side is the front.

Yes — he has OCD.

And I? I’m the funny one — the chaos to his calm, the spontaneous hurricane that messes up his perfectly arranged shoe rack.

But somehow, it works.

He brings order. I bring laughter.

He brings calm. I bring memes.

He makes schedules. I make stories.

And even though he’s not the flowers-and-candlelight kind, his love is in the small things:

The way he brings my favourite snack without me asking.

The way he double-checks my meds when I’m too tired to care.

The way he pretends to hate my jokes but secretly laughs at them later.

Long Distance, But Make It Married

I’m at my mayeka, and he’s miles away — working, planning, being his productive self.

But every night, we video call.

He says, “You look like a raccoon who lost her charger.”

I reply, “You look like a perfectionist who forgot to blink.”

We laugh.

And suddenly, the distance doesn’t feel so big.

The Poem I’ll Never Send Him 💌

The Man with Hazel Eyes (and OCD)

Your eyes, the calm before my storm,

Your rules, my chaos — strangely warm.

You fold the towels, I lose the keys,

Yet somehow, love finds its ease.

You work too much, plan every meal,

But somehow still make laughter real.

You’ll never say much, never boast,

Yet you’re the man I love the most.

We didn’t fall fast, we grew slow,

Through lists, laughter, and letting go.

You won’t read this, you never do,

But every joke and every thought in my mind still ends with you. 💛

Arranged Marriage, Unexpected Magic 💕

Who knew an arranged marriage would turn into my favorite sitcom?

He’s the structured one. I’m the comic relief. Together, we’re our own version of Friends — he’s Monica, I’m Chandler (Mondaler, if you will 😜).

And between antibiotics and gratitude, I live a dreamy life <3

So here’s to love that’s real,

To OCD husbands and sarcastic wives,

To coughs, kadhas, and the magic of everyday care.

To our sitcom — messy, funny, imperfectly perfect.

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