Ok this is something that two of my dear angels, Nikita and Mehak requested... So here u go girls.. enjoy... 😃
"baby, i'm leaving for work. Bye" a peck on the cheek and he rushed outside the door. it was just 5 minutes since he stepped out that door and i was already missing him. I switched on the TV and i saw a couple dance to some magical tune. Oh, this made it worse, i missed him even more.
We were just back from our honeymoon and although he did not want to go back to work, i insisted and now i regretted. And then something hopeless happened. Power failure. This was the limit. Perhaps God had decided to balance my life. I had had the time of my life on my holiday and had enjoyed to the maximum. Maybe God thought that it wouldn't harm to bring in some boredom too.
Unwillingly i got up and went to our room. The moment i stepped in, the events of previous night came running to my mind that made me blush. I sat on our bed and touched the sheets, the same sheets on which we made love previous nights since our wedding, which were now neatly done without any crease. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and chills down my spine.
I was surprised as to how much i was missing him. I chucked the thought and decided to clean up my cupboard. I had never got a chance to arrange my clothes since the time i was back from our honeymoon, two days back. Sighing, i got up from the bed and walked up to my cupboard. i removed few of my clothes out, so that i could fold some and i could hang some on the hanger.
After about an hour, once i was done with my cupboard, i decided to clean up his closet too. But he was such an organised person, that even my just-cleaned closet looked untidy in front of his. Oh i was so messy and untidy. And just then i remembered when he told me one night "tum kitni junglee ho, junglee billi..." pointing to the nail marks on his back. i blushed again.
And just then the electricity came back. It was as though the power cut had occurred so that i could clear off my cupboard. i was about o close his closet, when i saw an album in it. It was kept in between his clothes. I picked it up and sat on my bed. And when i opened it, i was surprised.
It has our photos. OUR photos from childhood till our wedding. Oh by the way, i am married to this guy who has been my friend since childhood. I looked at the first photo. It was his naming ceremony picture. And next to it was my naming ceremony photo. I was placed in the cradle and he, a three year old kid then, was next to the cradle looking at me.
The next one was a picture of us sitting on the back steps of his house. His arms were around me and we looked quite serious in the picture. I recalled to my mind that he was actually shy to place his arm round me. "So much of change since then" i thought. "today he doesn't skip a chance to give me a hug" i smiled to myself as i looked at the next picture.
It was one in which we were looking at each other and smiling. It was similar to the previous one, except that we were smiling in this one. i was round three and he was around six. And so i kept looking at many such photos.
There was one which we had clicked, back in college. It was in my dad's office and we were posing for the camera with his hands round my waist. He looked relaxed in this one. and the next one was our wedding snap. This was the best. Both of us in our wedding clothes, with garlands round our necks, vermillion on my forehead and the black-beaded mangalsutra in my neck. This was indeed beautiful.
Just then my phone started ringing. It was his call. I smiled as i picked the call.
"hi baby. What were you doing?" he asked me in a tone full of love. "nah, nothing much. i was missing you. Then I just arranged my cupboard and now i am looking at our photo album. You never told me you had this one"
He giggled. "yeah, i wanted to tell you. but everytime i thought of telling you, either our romance came in the middle or my mom or your television show" i smiled. And then we became silent.
After a short silence, he asked me if i could still hear him.
"i love you" was all that i could say, to which he replied "i love you too. Waise you're being romantic today. Kaho toh ghar aa jaaun?"
"jee nahi, abhi aane ki koi zarurat nahi. Romance ke liye abhi bahut time baaki hai" He was pleasantly shocked to hear me openly flirt with him.
"oye hoyee, meri biwi itni romantic hai, aur mujhe ab pata chal raha hai. Honeymoon pe kahan tha yeh romance? Tum toh sirf blush kar rahi thi" he faked an anger.
"ab kya karun patidev, aapne hume mauka hi nahi diya. aaj aap ghar aa jayiye. Tab bataungi ke kaun kitna romantic hai. Bye"
"accha ? thik hai. Ab toh ghar aake hi dekhenge. See you soon. Aur suno..."
"haan tell me?" i asked him to which he said "i love you". i smiled and told him "i... love...you...not" and i cut the call. I was sure he must have frowned at that, and would expect me to make up for it later on.
I looked at the album again. So many cherished memories. When i looked back in time, i remember how we used to play together, fight with each other and then patch up, all in a childish manner. people say i am very lucky to have him. Yes i agree with them that i am lucky *touch wood* because only a few get what they ask for, only a few people are blessed with true love. And i am one of them because many find a friend in a husband, but i am lucky to find a husband in my best friend.
And i could only thank the Almighty for his endless bountiful blessings, and pray that he may always keep us safe in his love and care...
Udne Ki Aasha
Kumkum Bhagya
