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30 Years of Marriage

This month, we are celebrating 30 years of being married, 30 years of togetherness.

My husband and I grew up in India where your religion, cast, the language you speak mattered, still does. We came from two different backgrounds;  two different religions, two different cultures , and two different languages.

Back then, everyone said we would never make it.


The odds of us making it were stacked against us.

But look at how far we have come.


We defied those odds and here we are, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.

Was it perfect? Of course not. We’d be lying if we said it was.

We were barely out of college when we got married. I moved to the U.S. first, and he followed me soon after. There were no rules, no roadmaps, no elders to guide or interfere. We were figuring it out as we went. We made plenty of mistakes, stumbled, grew, and evolved (our kids might challenge the “matured” part!).


When our children were born, we made the difficult decision to let go of religious traditions altogether, choosing instead to raise our children with moral values—the ability to know right from wrong. 

 For years, everything revolved around the children. They were going to be little only once, we told ourselves. We were always united on that front. Due to his schedule, there was very little free time he could offer, so it became family time. We never took any time for ourselves, for just the two of us. Whatever free time he had, was family time. We dined out, we ate in, we went to the movies, we walked around as a family.

If you would like to learn more about our journey, click on the link 

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/04/celebrating-25-years-of-motherhood-day_02003434139.html

And as devastating as the Pandemic was, it gave us extra time to pause, reflect, and reset our priorities. It gave us space to regroup—to be kind not only to each other but to those around us. In the midst of chaos, we learned to cherish the present, the now. 


Parenting was hard, period. It was—made even harder without a village. No books, classes, or advice can prepare you for the unknown. Once you become a parent, there’s no turning back. 

After the twins were born, I gave up my career to raise our children. It was my choice; I became the default parent. and though I don’t hold a professional title now, I hold the greatest one of all:  that of being a Mom. My three children are my pride, joy, and happiness. Perhaps this was always my calling, I just didn’t know it then.

If you missed a post about my journey, click on 

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/03/you-and-me.html

My husband's work kept him away—days, nights, weekends, holidays, sometimes so busy saving a life that he couldn't even answer our phone calls. During the school years, we had to schedule him to be "there" months in advance. 

 Because of his schedule, celebrations rarely happened on the actual day. Our motto became: Every day is special. And though he wasn’t always physically there, the kids always knew they could count on him to be there. We went and got ice cream when we could, sometimes before dinner.



And through the ups and downs, all the curve balls life threw at us, we stuck it out.

We did our best to make memories. Traveling became our family’s glue, and it warms our hearts us that our grown children still love traveling with us.

And as I look back, there were more ups than downs. Our journey had its share of tears, heartbreaks, arguments, but it was also filled with joy, nurturing, laughter, and learning. Honestly, we learned more from our children than they did from us. 




The children have been raised in an environment where they are free to explore and choose their own path, they are not burdened by any societal expectations. 

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/04/celebrating-25-years-of-motherhood-day_0706348203.html

In the end, we can only hope that they will carry with them the values of love, empathy, acceptance, and kindness that we have tried our best to teach; regardless of the environment or circumstances they may encounter along the way. And I hope that they will embrace their uniqueness and will someday find their sense of belonging.

 Looks like we made it , look how far we have come. We have each other's backs. 

                                    




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Anonymous said…
Seeing a love that has lasted through so many years is truly heartwarming. It’s not about being perfect, but about standing together through every season of life. A family built on this kind of love is the most beautiful gift, and your story reminds us all how precious it is to keep choosing each other, again and again.✨
September 23, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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