A Tapestry of BondsWhen I took her hand, they said with care,
"Your duty’s to bring joy, both here and there—
Physical warmth, a heart that’s true,
Mental peace, for him and you."
But India’s ways, they weave a tale,
Not just one heart, but a family’s veil.
A mother-in-law, with years of reign,
A father-in-law, with wisdom’s gain,
Sisters and brothers, each with a role,
And last, my love, the heart of my soul. The weight of this truth, it struck me cold—
How could I, so young, such burdens hold?
From a girl of my home, free as the breeze,
To a daughter-in-law, bound to please.
I’d seen it before, with friends so near,
Clashes with in-laws, fueled by fear.
I swore to myself, that won’t be me,
I’d build a bridge, a harmony free. The early days sparkled, a hopeful start,
New bonds were formed, a warming heart.
But soon, the glances, sharp and sly,
Whispers of doubt beneath the sky.
I turned to my love, my voice a plea,
“Why do they judge? What’s wrong with me?”
He sat me down, his words so wise,
A gentle light within his eyes. “Forget the home you left behind,”
He said, his voice both firm and kind.
“This is your home, your truest place,
Embrace its heart, its warmth, its space.
Open your soul, try to see,
The lives of those now family.
If they correct, or even scold,
It’s not from spite, but love untold.
A stranger’s faults they’d let slip by,
But you’re their own, beneath this sky.” His words, they sank, a guiding star,
I saw the truth of who we are.
I turned my gaze to her, the queen,
My mother-in-law, with years serene.
For forty years, she’d held the throne,
Her home, her heart, her sacred zone.
I understood her silent fear—
To lose her place, to fade, unclear. So I stepped soft, with humble grace,
Asked her advice, gave her her place.
“May I do this?” I’d gently say,
Knowing she’d never turn me away.
Her wisdom ruled, her voice was heard,
And through respect, her heart was stirred.
I took her tasks, the small, the light,
Easing her load as day turned night. Soon, her eyes held warmth for me,
More than her daughter, I came to be.
Her praise would flow to Father’s ears,
His smiles dispelled my lingering fears.
The mother-in-law, once stern, now glowed,
And Father’s heart with joy bestowed.
The house, once tense, began to sing,
A harmony that love could bring. The sister-in-law, the brother too,
Younger souls, with dreams anew.
I didn’t strive to win their hearts,
But met them where their world would start.
A dish they craved, I’d cook with care,
Or laugh and tease, their burdens share.
When they’d demand beyond their due,
I’d smile and say, “Mummy, it’s you!”
Like friends we grew, with ease and trust,
No walls, no pride, no need for fuss. Now years have passed, and lines are blurred,
No “in-law” here, no foreign word.
This house is mine, as I am theirs,
A woven bond through joys and cares.
No one feels I came from afar,
I’m rooted here, beneath their star.
And when the house hums with delight,
My husband’s heart burns warm and bright. I’ve seen it happen, time and again,
Young brides who clash, who bear the pain.
A rift that grows within a year,
Born of pride, or doubt, or fear.
It could’ve been me, that bitter fate,
But wisdom came before too late.
My husband’s words, a guiding flame,
Showed me the truth, rewrote the game. This house, this clan, they are my own,
Not borrowed ties, not hearts of stone.
Mother and Father, with us for life,
Not foes to fight, but ends to strife.
When every soul within these walls
Is lifted high, no shadow falls.
A happy home, a husband’s smile,
Makes every step, every day worthwhile. So let this be the truth we share,
For brides who step into the glare:
Your in-laws’ home is yours to claim,
Not just in word, but heart and name.
Tend to their souls, with love and care,
And find your place, your peace, right there.
For when the family’s heart is whole,
Your love will thrive, your shared soul.
"Your duty’s to bring joy, both here and there—
Physical warmth, a heart that’s true,
Mental peace, for him and you."
But India’s ways, they weave a tale,
Not just one heart, but a family’s veil.
A mother-in-law, with years of reign,
A father-in-law, with wisdom’s gain,
Sisters and brothers, each with a role,
And last, my love, the heart of my soul. The weight of this truth, it struck me cold—
How could I, so young, such burdens hold?
From a girl of my home, free as the breeze,
To a daughter-in-law, bound to please.
I’d seen it before, with friends so near,
Clashes with in-laws, fueled by fear.
I swore to myself, that won’t be me,
I’d build a bridge, a harmony free. The early days sparkled, a hopeful start,
New bonds were formed, a warming heart.
But soon, the glances, sharp and sly,
Whispers of doubt beneath the sky.
I turned to my love, my voice a plea,
“Why do they judge? What’s wrong with me?”
He sat me down, his words so wise,
A gentle light within his eyes. “Forget the home you left behind,”
He said, his voice both firm and kind.
“This is your home, your truest place,
Embrace its heart, its warmth, its space.
Open your soul, try to see,
The lives of those now family.
If they correct, or even scold,
It’s not from spite, but love untold.
A stranger’s faults they’d let slip by,
But you’re their own, beneath this sky.” His words, they sank, a guiding star,
I saw the truth of who we are.
I turned my gaze to her, the queen,
My mother-in-law, with years serene.
For forty years, she’d held the throne,
Her home, her heart, her sacred zone.
I understood her silent fear—
To lose her place, to fade, unclear. So I stepped soft, with humble grace,
Asked her advice, gave her her place.
“May I do this?” I’d gently say,
Knowing she’d never turn me away.
Her wisdom ruled, her voice was heard,
And through respect, her heart was stirred.
I took her tasks, the small, the light,
Easing her load as day turned night. Soon, her eyes held warmth for me,
More than her daughter, I came to be.
Her praise would flow to Father’s ears,
His smiles dispelled my lingering fears.
The mother-in-law, once stern, now glowed,
And Father’s heart with joy bestowed.
The house, once tense, began to sing,
A harmony that love could bring. The sister-in-law, the brother too,
Younger souls, with dreams anew.
I didn’t strive to win their hearts,
But met them where their world would start.
A dish they craved, I’d cook with care,
Or laugh and tease, their burdens share.
When they’d demand beyond their due,
I’d smile and say, “Mummy, it’s you!”
Like friends we grew, with ease and trust,
No walls, no pride, no need for fuss. Now years have passed, and lines are blurred,
No “in-law” here, no foreign word.
This house is mine, as I am theirs,
A woven bond through joys and cares.
No one feels I came from afar,
I’m rooted here, beneath their star.
And when the house hums with delight,
My husband’s heart burns warm and bright. I’ve seen it happen, time and again,
Young brides who clash, who bear the pain.
A rift that grows within a year,
Born of pride, or doubt, or fear.
It could’ve been me, that bitter fate,
But wisdom came before too late.
My husband’s words, a guiding flame,
Showed me the truth, rewrote the game. This house, this clan, they are my own,
Not borrowed ties, not hearts of stone.
Mother and Father, with us for life,
Not foes to fight, but ends to strife.
When every soul within these walls
Is lifted high, no shadow falls.
A happy home, a husband’s smile,
Makes every step, every day worthwhile. So let this be the truth we share,
For brides who step into the glare:
Your in-laws’ home is yours to claim,
Not just in word, but heart and name.
Tend to their souls, with love and care,
And find your place, your peace, right there.
For when the family’s heart is whole,
Your love will thrive, your shared soul.
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