Today’s story is about Minnos. Recently, we realized that whenever one of us (I mean my husband or I) has a bath or shower and leaves the bathroom, Minnos runs in. She jumps into the bathtub and we don’t hear from her for half an hour and that is interesting if it is not her nap time. We were speculating that she is drinking water or maybe she likes to be in her own kind of sauna. We were all wrong!

Today, after morning shower, I decided to treat myself with body lotion. Minnos was unsurprisingly sitting in the tub. As I rubbed lotion on my legs thinking I should do this daily I saw Minnos following something with her eyes. She was watching the water droplets dripping from the soap dish and catching them on the way. She was then eating the trophy by licking her paw. At first, I thought it was a random line of actions but she carried on doing the same things over and over again.

I guess Minnos sees the recently used tub as we see a PSP. And she loves to catch and eat water droplets for a change.

1) If there really is “The One” or if really two people can belong to each other than he is my “One” and/or we belong to each other. Than it was only a matter of time that our lives crossed again and this time  never to split. (Hmm… is it too strong an argument?)

2) We indeliberately “shaped” each other with our criticisms as first boyfriend and girlfriend. You know, it hurts most when you are an adolescent. You define what you want to be when you are at those ages. And we really loved each other then. Not as sweethearts but as great friends. Romance came after. Then we were separated because it was time for university; separate universities. I had several other boyfriends and he had many (!) other girlfriends. And apparently, we couldn’t find what we were looking for. I know that I gradually became the lover he wanted me to be, and he became the lover I wanted him to be. Then, again, it was a matter of time…

Having a scientific background, I like it when I am rational. It is not to say I am not emotional, though. I am seriously emotional when it is rational to be so. An I am really good at rationalizing things (Well, you will find it out as you read more of my confessions!). Therefore, I stand closer to the second hypothesis. The best part is, both have the same result: I am a happy newlywed!

Oh, also an expat. An expat in Dubai. And this is where my daily struggle begins. No matter how happy you are, being a newlywed is a tiring and stressful thing. Adding to that, being an expat is not easy. So I am left with many things to complain, cry about and, yes, CONFESS…