That One Holiday: A Tiny Omission, A Huge Realisation About My Marriage

I remember it like yesterday, though it feels like a lifetime ago. Four years into my marriage, life was a predictable rhythm. My husband, two beautiful kids, and me, always juggling, always planning. One of my unspoken roles, a duty I embraced with a strange sense of quiet pride, was packing for the family whenever we travelled. From the kids’ endless outfits to my own carefully chosen saris, and yes, even my husband’s entire wardrobe, it was all on me. I’d always pack extra underwear, sleeping wear, toiletries – you name it, it was in there. I believed it was my way of showing care, ensuring our holidays were seamless.

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