Ruchita & Jaskirat (PGP 2012)

Ruchita Moon & Jaskirat Singh (PGP 2012)

The first time we met each other was during T-nite when we prepped a dance act together. At the time, we had no inkling on what was to follow. First year usually passes by in a blur and it was no different for us. We never really got a chance to know each other.
But all that changed when the summer internship started. We started talking one day, and well, we never stopped. We could talk for hours. We spent more time talking to each other than securing our PPOs! As hard & lonely as the first year was, both of us went into the final year with the hope of having a friend. That hope sparked countless conversations and hours spent together. We ate together, sat together, had the same classes and soon enough we were learning about our likes and dislikes. We were inseparable on campus and it was becoming harder to ignore our feelings for each other.
It seemed that we needed a push, and it happened when we took a course called ERI. Those few days in the Rann of Kutch are the source of some of our most cherished memories. There is something magical about sitting under a thousand stars at night with someone you care about so deeply. That evening sitting under the night sky, we shared more of ourselves with each other than ever before.
But alas, love isn’t that simple. It takes some twists & turns before it manifests itself fully. For us it was the separation at the end of our time in IIMA, which made us realise what we meant to each other. Life had come a full circle for us – we had found the answer to love through friendship. The rest they say is history, but looking back, the easiest way to explain what happened was that it was ‘poetry in motion’ seeing our love blossom!

Of course, getting married was a whole different ball game. She was in Dubai, he was in Mumbai and being together was always going to be hard. Long distance is hard for anyone, but building the relationship when you are worlds apart is downright scary. Somehow-someway we found a way through. Looking back it was our stubbornness to make this work and to not let go of everything we had built together that served as our glue. One would think that after months apart the next stage would be easy. But cross-cultural marriages in India are never so. Getting married was a roller coaster ride (let’s just leave it at that) that we were glad to be done with. We came out of it closer than ever and secure in the knowledge that we could start the rest of our journey together. There was nothing stopping us now from being together and we were going to spend the rest of our lives living the dream and enjoying the fruits of our labour.