This will be my last column for 2019. And what a crazy year it's been. Around this time in 2018, I'd been counting the days until my beloved would land in Delhi to spend time with me. It had not even been a year into our courtship. We'd spent just about two weeks in October in each other's presence after having sustained our interest and intrigue in each other for months through various digital interfaces.

He was scheduled to land on January 1, and he did. We travelled together to several parts of India, from Khajuraho to Ajanta, Ellora, Mumbai and Goa before returning to Delhi. I can't even pinpoint at what point we just fell into the decision to marry, knowing it would facilitate our desire to see each other more often and spend time together. It was both impulsive as well as subconsciously premeditated. Six months into our marriage I feel quite certain it was the best decision I've made, even though I had to spend a sufficient amount of time easing up to the idea of allowing myself to be partnered.