Prague Dreams, Bun & Chai Reality: A 5th Anniversary Tale

 Should It Feel Different?

I couldn’t post a blog yesterday because I was off doing something milestone-y—celebrating my 5th wedding anniversary. Sounds big, right? Like one of those milestones that’s supposed to feel different, sparkly, emotional, “I still choose you” kind of thing. But here’s the kicker: it didn’t feel different at all. What did feel different was that we both love each other a little more than we did before—which I guess is the whole point? So… yay us?

Before this day, I had grand plans in my head. Picture this: 5th anniversary, sipping wine in Prague, twirling in cobblestone streets, scenic selfies with castles in the backdrop, matching scarves, etc. Reality check? We both woke up, dragged ourselves to the gym, worked out for two hours like true middle-aged warriors, came back and had bun and chai in the balcony like two retirees who just discovered peace.

He was working from home; I was busy pretending I’m on vacation in my own house (aka doing random things with a purpose level of zero). Honestly, I tried to give the day some meaning by lying to myself that this is intentional mindfulness.

But thank god for dinner. We did manage to step out to Koko, a lovely Asian restaurant in Bangalore with food so good it almost made me forget I hadn’t seen a single European cobblestone all day. 

Koko Bangalore: https://www.zomato.com/bangalore/koko-airport-road-bangalore



The food was brilliant. The staff? Even better. If you're planning something special but don't want to leave Bangalore, this place delivers.

And that, folks, is how we celebrated five years of marriage—without jazz, fireworks, violins, or Prague. I wish I could say I had deep thoughts by the end of the day, but I literally fell asleep in the car on the way home. So even if we had planned something grand, I would’ve probably missed it by 10 p.m. sharp. #GettingOld #ZzzQueen

But it wasn’t all plain toast. There were gifts and surprises and flowers and cake (yes, my man went full Pinterest board on me). The sparkle came from the thoughtfulness, not the itinerary. And in return, I gave him a handmade memory album filled with our photos, notes, letters, and songs—so sentimental he almost cried. I call that MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, capital letters and all.

So, while the day may sound bland by Instagram standards, it was warm, full of love, and completely us. Not Prague, but hey—bun and chai in the balcony with the one you love? That’s not too shabby either.

Tell me, have you ever hyped a day up in your head only for it to show up in yoga pants with zero drama? Just me?

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