Letter to the wedding...

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Dear wedding

You are now entering the 9 th year, it being your 8th anniversary, popular as the bronze anniversary. Congratulations both of you made it to here. 

Bronze, you know dear, is an alloy of copper and tin. It means after all these years, the husband and wife are united in spirit, thoughts and actions like an alloy of family. 

They absorb and understand each other's qualities and also give to the marriage their own thoughts and ideas. This precious understanding over the years strengthens the bond of marriage.

I am not saying you won't fight ever again or that your arguments will stop forever. But I hope by now you have agreed to disagree. You must be equipped with the defence artillary, I mean by now you will know what the other will say or do. And you will be able to use that knowledge productively to quash the fights. You will also learn by now how to appease each other after a fight. 

But now starts the stage where you can drown in the sea of familiarity and wariness, carelessness. The surity the security of the relation may actually put a negative impact on it. You may stop puting in the effort to make up after a fight, to impress each other or to keep each other happy. Beware of this huge trap. You start taking pride in your duties. You start pointing more of your rights now. At this stage, starts the process where you undermine eachother's efforts. 

So please be very careful. This is a stage of slight weakness in your relationship. So deckup, dress well, be attractive for each other. Arrange tasty dinners for him, give her gifts, show your love all over again. Indulge eachother and agree with eachother on points of argument. Do what the other wants. Give more of what the other needs. May your bond strengthen each year.

Happy anniversary and many more to come..!!

Yours

The couple. 


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