Our Intro!

 

Hello and welcome!

 

I am really terrible with introductions, so please bear with me.

 

I am T, and my hubby is P. (For blog purposes, call us Twitter and Cable. *chuckle*) We are a Blindian couple. (Yes, that portmanteau is really a thing!) We are frequently asked “why aren’t you online” and “you should start a couples’ blog” … so I’m throwing our hat in the ring!

 

Honestly, we have a pretty average life. We work. We raise the little ones. We travel.

 

…we do so within two cultures which, at a glance, are worlds apart. He is from India and I hail from the US. To further swirl things, I’m Black.

 

*needle scratch*

 

Yep.

 

That’s where the Blindian portmanteau comes in. BLack + INDIAN.

 

More often than anything, people ask how we met. (A very unspectacular story, which I may tell on our anniversary…it is seriously so regular that we laugh at it almost daily.) After a while, it kinda felt like it was less about “how did you two meet” and more along the lines of “WOW, a Black girl and an Indian guy lived on the same planet and interacted!”

 

Feel the sarcasm.

 

But I do realize how uncommon our type of union can be, which is something I will do my part to demystify with this blog. Hopefully people will take this glimpse into “our world” and come to understand that we’re just regular couples. Our kids are regular kids. (Darn cute…but not to be fetishized or petted like little puppies—mine despise this and will tell you as much.)

 

I used to become so annoyed but I understand now. So, instead of being aggravated, I’ll be a light. How did we meet?

 

In a store. Making household purchases (me) and buying bachelor groceries (him).

 

It wasn’t a Cinderella moment. It wasn’t even a “Princess and the Frog” moment. When your heart chooses its mate, it pays no attention to race, creed, religion, or in our case, nationality. We didn’t set out in search of a “trendy” union or even one that would be discussed or dissected. (And boy, have we had our share of both discussion and dissection—also dissention.)

 

No. When your heart finds its beat, it is only concerned with synchronizing. Synchronizing and thriving.

 

This isn’t to say we don’t have hurdles. We are both very conscious of the world outside our home. As we blaze our own little path in this life, race is a real thing. We are affected differently by different issues, and we have common (shared) issues as well. The social and political climate leaves no shortage of things to obsess worry, and be angry over—and we acknowledge each of those feelings as they arise.

 

Buckle in. I suck at introductions but I’m great at weaving a verbal tapestry…