spnadmin ji thank you very much for an informative response 
I don't mind at all telling my story if it will be helpful for others
Note 1: This will be long so I do apologize for that.
Note 2: I do not want to come off as being 'too casual' in my story, I'm still learning social customs.
I met my husband on January 1st 2009. He is Punjabi born but was living in Mumbai at the time and I of course, was living in USA. We met on Facebook very coincidentally, just a random glancing by, but I felt compelled to wish him a Happy New Year's. That one message sparked a conversation between us and before I knew it hours were passing by like minutes. There was an instant unspoken connection we had that I could not, and still cannot, fully and accurately explain. I believed it then, and still do now, that it was God's will. Our days were spent purely talking to one another. From the time I woke to the time I slept every hour in between I gave to him and him to me. We used web cameras to see and speak to each other so it felt like we were really knowing each other rather than talking to a bit of internet space. Well, it was an instant love match, he had all the qualities I was looking for and he said I possessed all the qualities in his beloved mother. He proposed to me that Valentine's Day and I said yes. I cannot explain it but something so strongly in me just knew that he was the one. Not even the foggiest of doubts entered my mind, I was inexplicably certain of him. At the time his mother was trying to set him up in an arranged marriage but he dissuaded her, telling her that I was the one he wanted to marry. His parents were a little resistant and mine thought I was crazy. To marry a man I had never before met?! But both sets of parents sat down in front of the computers and, seeing and hearing each other, felt very good about the marriage. God gave me the strength and courage to board a plane in April for India. My parents don't know how I did it without fear, sadness or apprehension. I was a girl whom had never left her town nonetheless her country. His family was there at the airport for me and greeted me with hugs. I felt part of the family from the very start. His mother grew very fond of me for we are very similar in nature and personality. I had troubles adjusting to the humidity and food and she more than accomodated me. They installed an ac in their home just for me, and during a blackout, both she and her husband sat before me waving fans to cool me. They never let me feel like an outsider, or like I wasn't wanted. We watched cricket together during meals (which I will never fully understand the rules of) and truly bonded as parents and daughter in law. At that time I had only really known that they indeed were Sikh but didn't know much about what it meant. They never persuaded me into becoming Sikh and never even talked to me about it. They said they would have been fine if I were even Christian. I initiated talks with his father about Sikhism myself. My husband gave me a kara as a gift and I told him then that I would wear it only when I was completely sure that I'd never take it off. I did my research about Sikhism, learned the core beliefs, history, practices and meditated deeply on the matter. After a few months I felt sure that becoming Sikh was something I wanted to do, so wore his kara from which it has never left me. I am still learning many things, I really desire to be intelligent, dilligent and devoted in my faith so I have joined this lovely community in hopes to do so.
I don't mind at all telling my story if it will be helpful for others Note 1: This will be long so I do apologize for that.
Note 2: I do not want to come off as being 'too casual' in my story, I'm still learning social customs.
I met my husband on January 1st 2009. He is Punjabi born but was living in Mumbai at the time and I of course, was living in USA. We met on Facebook very coincidentally, just a random glancing by, but I felt compelled to wish him a Happy New Year's. That one message sparked a conversation between us and before I knew it hours were passing by like minutes. There was an instant unspoken connection we had that I could not, and still cannot, fully and accurately explain. I believed it then, and still do now, that it was God's will. Our days were spent purely talking to one another. From the time I woke to the time I slept every hour in between I gave to him and him to me. We used web cameras to see and speak to each other so it felt like we were really knowing each other rather than talking to a bit of internet space. Well, it was an instant love match, he had all the qualities I was looking for and he said I possessed all the qualities in his beloved mother. He proposed to me that Valentine's Day and I said yes. I cannot explain it but something so strongly in me just knew that he was the one. Not even the foggiest of doubts entered my mind, I was inexplicably certain of him. At the time his mother was trying to set him up in an arranged marriage but he dissuaded her, telling her that I was the one he wanted to marry. His parents were a little resistant and mine thought I was crazy. To marry a man I had never before met?! But both sets of parents sat down in front of the computers and, seeing and hearing each other, felt very good about the marriage. God gave me the strength and courage to board a plane in April for India. My parents don't know how I did it without fear, sadness or apprehension. I was a girl whom had never left her town nonetheless her country. His family was there at the airport for me and greeted me with hugs. I felt part of the family from the very start. His mother grew very fond of me for we are very similar in nature and personality. I had troubles adjusting to the humidity and food and she more than accomodated me. They installed an ac in their home just for me, and during a blackout, both she and her husband sat before me waving fans to cool me. They never let me feel like an outsider, or like I wasn't wanted. We watched cricket together during meals (which I will never fully understand the rules of) and truly bonded as parents and daughter in law. At that time I had only really known that they indeed were Sikh but didn't know much about what it meant. They never persuaded me into becoming Sikh and never even talked to me about it. They said they would have been fine if I were even Christian. I initiated talks with his father about Sikhism myself. My husband gave me a kara as a gift and I told him then that I would wear it only when I was completely sure that I'd never take it off. I did my research about Sikhism, learned the core beliefs, history, practices and meditated deeply on the matter. After a few months I felt sure that becoming Sikh was something I wanted to do, so wore his kara from which it has never left me. I am still learning many things, I really desire to be intelligent, dilligent and devoted in my faith so I have joined this lovely community in hopes to do so.
Signey
