SWASAN OS: SWING

Both of them had been sleeping.

Suddenly, Swara woke Sanskaar up with a shake. And got a grunt in response.

A very sleep-tousled sanskaar yawned " what?"🥱

" Can we go to the playground tomorrow?"

"Playground?" Sanskaar was certain, that his befuddled state had boggled him into misinterpreting her words.

"yes"

"uhhh why?"

"I want a swing ride. Goodnight. I love you. Go back to sleep" Swara made kissy noises with her mouth.

"you woke me up at 3 in the morning, to say...oh never mind" Sanskaar saw Swara had gone back to sleep. Deciding, he would tackle whatever this was, come morning and wakefulness...and fell back to the depths of slumber.

...

After a few rounds of jogging around the park, for their daily morning walk together, Swara huffed and puffed and dragged Sanskaar into the playground section of the park.

Once there, she headed straight for the swing set which lay dew-sodden and vacant. Sat down,out of breath. Her toes skimming the grass beneath, she started gently oscillating herself. Sanskaar stood watching her with an amused and indulgent expression.

"What are you doing?" asked Swara, shrill and shocked.

" I'm pushing the swing" Sanskaar had grown tired of watching Swara moving the swing like a pendulum in the last laps of its back and forth motion. He figured it was too heavy for her to move any faster by herself.

"Yes, but I don't want you to push it. It scares me when the swing swings too fast or high. Stop." Swara commanded.

"Whatever are you afraid of on a swing?" Sanskaar laughed. "Do you get giddy?"

"no I don't. Its just that I'm afraid of falling off"

Sanskaar chuckled." I'll catch you if you do" he assured. " Now, grab the handles, put your feet up...and enjoy the ride." He advised.

Swara did as she was told. And it felt glorious to have the genteel breeze from the backlash of the swing silken through her tresses and caress her face. It felt rather like her husband did, when they were sighing through a night of love making. She was somehow not afraid at all...because she knew he would sooner eat the high heels he persistently and regularly teased her about, than let her fall. But of course, she had to wear them, whenever they went on a night out..since she was about three quarters of the height of her rather towering Sanskaar. It was a matter of some importance to her...and none to him.

She tilted her head back and tried to look into his face...and he was already smiling down at her. The swing slowed...and he dropped a kiss on her upside down forehead, marked with vermillion in his name.

"So, then, why the sudden desire for a swing ride?" he enquired with a smirk.

"Just wanted to remember how it felt."

"okay. So did you remember it exactly as you did in your childhood?"

"Nope. This was better. I made a new memory. Of riding freely, without fear" Swara decided.

"hmmm...and now what exactly is your point?"

"Marry me."

"Again?" Sanskaar asked stupefied. "like its gonna be the third time now."😕

" Oh both of the previous times, were us being pushed around by the circumstances. We were terrified..like I was of anybody else pushing the swing while I sat stiff with fear on it. But I want this time around to be different. I want us to have a free ride. Free and caught up with each other. Because I just discovered, that a swing ride with you is rather like flying...with no fear of falling"

"Okay..so is this a proposal?" Sanskaar grinned. They certainly never had had one. They had had a friendship, a confession of love from her which had been met with disapproval on her side...an unwilling marriage to fulfill a goal...and a slow header into falling in love and passion of a happily ever after.

"yes. Sanskaar Maheshwari, please marry me. Not in public. I just felt we needed this to be done the proper way between ourselves."

"Oh, madam...I'm honoured and I'm all yours. Will do everything to keep you happy with me. and you?"

"Oh totally accepting and forever." She burst into peals of laughter." Sanskaar...i know I have made you unhappy in the past...because of my misunderstanding your love...but I have been practicing making you happy for the past two years...and I think I'm going to..."

"Keep me happy with you in turn for the rest of our lives? Got it. You practice good, Swara Maheshwari"

" Dumbo..let me get my words out completely. Yeah the happiness part is right. But the fact is I'm going to have your baby i think" Swara finished.

" ...😲 "

"What? Say something" Swara urged, when her husband made an empty speech bubble...with a stunned expression.

" A baby?" like this was a new invention.

"No, a dinosaur🤢. What did you expect?" Swara lashed out.

" Give a guy some warning. A proper proposal and a baby news on the same morning on a swing set...not very digestible is it?" Sanskaar calmed down.

" Whatever" Swara deigned to look a little shy, which was hardly her style. Which went out of the window when she suddenly found herself lifted into the air and twirled. She grabbed hold of Sanskaar and kissed him soundly.

"lets go back home. I promise i'll be the most caring husband and baby daddy there ever was."

" Sanskaar.."

"Now what? You have proposed and we are expecting...so now what else? We are not going to have one baby..but twins? Or triplets? Or quadruplets? How else can you shock 😲poor me, in the course of a single day?

"No, you've forgotten to put me down" Swara giggled.

And they headed back home...happy in the present...and for their future.