A Love Story
Our Story
Jab We Met
Our love story starts in the most romantic corner of the world: our office. Mukesh remembers their love blossoming over time, spending their days talking and laughing so much that very little work was done; in fact in the beginning of their relationship Mukesh would go home and work so that he could come back to the office and talk to Rashi!
Rashi remembers it differently. She remembers Mukesh suspiciously sitting next to her usual spot in the office and striking up conversation, and was utterly convinced that Mukesh was trying to flirt with her. Mukesh (to this day) insists that he was just trying to be friends with her. Whatever the circumstances or intentions, the two of them ended up talking and laughing from the start of the day till the end. And the rest, is history.
The Proposal
One of the biggest shocks for Mukesh in starting this relationship with Rashi was her lack of punctuality; her 'Indian timing' as it is lovingly called. When choosing to propose he kept this in mind. After making all of the reservations he waited for Rashi to be ready for the 'photoshoot' that they were heading to in Santorini. He believed that he had learned well -- he told Rashi they had to be ready for the photoshoot an hour before the actual time.
And yet, half an hour passed and she was not ready, an hour and still not. Mukesh stared at the setting sun through the window, wondering if they would have to reschedule. Then she arrived; she looked so beautiful that he could not summon himself to be even slightly upset; not as they took the taxi to the blue domes of Santorini and he watched the sun setting out of the taxi; not as he proposed in mounting darkness, fighting back tears as he read his speech; and not even when the latter half of their photoshoot had to be taken with the flash on. He had learned the real lesson: that some things are worth waiting for.
