Goes potato love like vows

Eight years of married life has been an ever growing process of evolving my love for him and for potatoes even!

In these years , I've learnt and realized that his enduring love for me is like that of his die-hard dedication towards potatoes.

Like the evenings and mornings of the faithful potatoes that finds its way to be in our plates, no matter what, so is love fondly winding its way to our hearts.

 I also have known that potatoes can be prepared in varieties each time: boiled, fried, steamed and can be mashed, sliced, chopped and even grinded. But the taste and flavor is never lost and always blends with the correct amount of salt, chilly and other garnishes. Potatoes even go so well with a pinch of plain salt and no one ever gets rid of it even if one complains of it.

 Its presence is omnipotent and these potatoes of:  patience, tolerance, respect and faith blends into making married life so simple yet so vital.

People say that a man who cook is the best man a wife could have, but no one knows how amazing it is to be married to a man who cooks but only know how to make curry with potatoes : fried, steamed or pressured. 

I love Us the way we are: he- the North Pole and I the South Pole, ‘I’ the chocolate flavor while he the vanilla flavor but ‘we’ meet at our ground-zero.

To the husband, 

I am glad to be reminded of the fact that you are now stuck with me for lifetime to squeeze out inspiration from. You truly had inspired me to write a book on potatoes.

Five decades later, I can envision us with grey-hair, no teeth but with my tea on our table. ‘Me’ reading on ‘Goes potato-love like vow’ and ‘You’ frying the potatoes in the kitchen for dinner…the end!