Sahil* and I had been dating for 5 years and finally decided to tie the knot. I was so happy I was finally marrying the man I loved but was upset about leaving my family and home. In these 5 years, I had become close to his family. My to-be mother-in-law had been very supportive of me throughout these 5 years, and always heard me out about what I wanted and liked. Each time she wanted to buy something for me, she made sure she either took me along or asked me about my choice. I was blessed to have a mother-in-law like her but I was still very scared about how living with them would be like.
We got engaged and the countdown for the wedding began. Sahil’s room was being re-done and he included me in all the planning and designing of his new room. After all, it was going to be ‘our room’. His mom was happy with my participation and took all my ideas seriously. Since I am the younger one at home, I have always been pampered, especially when it came to food. I’ve always been very picky about food and have always liked it done ‘my’ way. The cooking style in Sahil’s house was very different from mine. I used to often joke with my mom that I would die of hunger there.One day my to-be mother-in-law came over to our house. I was pretty shocked to see that she had brought her cook along! My mom and I were wondering why she had brought him but none of us knew how to ask that question. Finally, she told my mom that their cook is going to stay with us for a few days to learn to cook the kind of food I liked to eat. I didn’t know how to react. My mother tried to tell her to not do so but she refused. She told my mum and me that she understood that marriage is a big sacrifice and adjustment. And small things like food that tastes like your parents’ home can make the adjustments slightly better.