Never in the six years of being married to Mohit, I would've imagined or wanted to spend our anniversary apart. Neither for a business trip nor for a family function. But perhaps we had to succumb when it came to a hospital visit. His knee surgery is what got us limping now and separated. I feel bad, not only for being at different places on our special day but also for leaving him alone in the hospital. But I am helpless and pregnant and the mother of a 2 year old.
March first week is supposed to be a celebratory one for our family, but this one hasn't felt so. While its Mohit's knee that faces the doc's scalpel but it is me whose mind is under stress. It surely has been an unusual day. I spent the first half at work while Mohit was at home. I had my gynae visit post that and finally to the hospital to admit Mohit pre-op in the afternoon. Leaving him at 9 PM and coming back home felt weird too. He was cheerful and wished me a happy anniversary again before I left, I didn't return the favour though. He wouldn't certainly be having a Happy Anniversary all by himself in a hospital bed so why wish! The day has passed by in a robotic motion and I assume this week will too. But I will have to wait another 365 days to celebrate my anniversary now....:( So melodramatic but so true!!
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