Love Arranged?-II

(Contd.)
Current Day

There is a nauseus churn in her abdomen. 'Ah, what time is it?', she quickly glances at the clock on her laptop's bottom right. It shows 8:10 PM. "Gosh! Not again.. " She shuts the laptop cover and heads to the kitchen.

"I waste so much time on facebook. I was in for 5 minutes and..and I never keep my word. What am I gonna tell him? He will be home anytime now. I haven't cooked a thing!  Darn!What do I do? Google for a 15 minutes recipe? umm..Nah! will take me 20 minutes...quick..come on, think of something quick! Oh, you are a genius! Soup it is!" Her dark black eyes light up.

She butters up the wok, throws in some fine chopped onion, garlic slices, carrots and celery and adds 4 cups of water and leaves it to boil. She takes out veggies in the freeze and chops them- few mushrooms, corainder leaves, spring onion, tomatoes and grabs two medium potatoes from the pantry and dices them. In the meanwhile, water comes to a boil. She throws in the vegetables, adds the stock, gives it a stir and leaves the fire to do the rest. Five minutes more and voila! Dinner is ready. The door bell rings, just on time. 

He is back, tired and weary, and hungry, not to forget. She sets up the table while he freshens up. She tosses a couple of bread slices with butter and garlic to accompany the soup. A warm aroma stirs up the dining hall.

"Mmh...smells nice", he picks up the aroma as he steps out the bath. Their eyes meet. She smiles.

They both sit down for dinner. As he takes in a sip of the soup, he notices her eyes following the spoon into his mouth. He pauses. "It's perfect...like always." She breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. She takes a spoonful herself and just as she tastes the soup, her face turns pale. "I forgot to add salt and pepper. And you tell me it's perfect?" 

"It is perfect. What do I do? I like what you cook for me. I swear, it is delicious without salt too." She looks into his eyes, furious that he might be lying, while he makes that face and she can't help but let her wrath go. She does not know if she should be angry or be happy that he never minds.

"What do I do with this man? You are hopeless, you know that?"
 He keeps silent and smiles. She tries to stop herself but eventually smiles back.

"I am going to add salt. Do you need some?"  

"Whatever you like."
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Later that night, she is already on bed, her eyes closed. Her mind is subconsciously rewinding the day's activity. She turns side with her eyes opening briefly. In that nano second, before her lids close, she has a tiny glimpse of him. Her eyes are fully open now. He is sleeping soundly by her side. His curls falling on his forehead, just the way she likes. She looks at the man beside her and kisses softly on his forehead, careful not to wake him up. A gush of emotions surges up her throat and her eyes well up. She immediately sits up as if to avoid purging. She wipes her tears and kisses him again.
"I love you so much". 

This time, it wakes him up. He rubs his eyes with the back of his palms. He sees her sitting on the bed at the middle of night. "Why are you still up? What's the matter?"
"Uh.. nothing. Actually you were snoring, so I woke up", she says with a sheepish smile. Immediately checks if  her cheeks are still wet.
"I don't snore."
"Yes you do. How would you know anyway?"
"I know 'cause I'm smart."
"Yah, yah smarty pants."
"Come here". 
He grabs her by the hand and locks her in his arms. 
"Now let’s see how will you escape my snores this time?"
"I hate you."
 "I know."

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To be contd...

Love Arranged?

Reflection

''What do you prefer? A love or an arranged marriage?'' she asked.
"Love marriage of course!" the girl replied in one breathe.
She continued peering over the girl's left palm and remarked, '' Then so be it. Your lines point the same." Both the girls chuckle.

It's been 5 years since this conversation they had in their Campus. The girl is now married for two years. She is hardly in touch with her palm-reading friend or any other college friends. They have moved on their separate ways- busy in career, family, new found responsibilities and so on. Once in a while, she finds about her friends from the news feed of the Social networking site and wonders "So much has changed in so little a time!" Almost all of her classmates are married, leave a few male friends. Some even have had a baby or two. Most of them are overseas for further studies or better job opportunities while many are married and reside abroad with their spouse.

One routine day, she is scrolling down on the social site when her fingers halt for a while. There is a photo uploaded by one of her college friends. 100s of likes and 50 people congratulating the newly wed on the photograph posted. She is surprised. "Oh, how did I not see this coming? They were always together at the college field trips." She smiles at her obliviousness and then decides to comment on it.

This photo brings back memories of her college life in one flash. A moment of silence and a huge sigh! Scenes from bygone days dance in front of her eyes. Bits and pieces of conversations float through her mind in a split second.
" A love or an arranged marriage?" "Love marriage of course!"

To be continued...

The Girl Who Wanted The Rose

 It all started in my teens. One fine day, I rejected a rose because I did not like the person who brought it and ever since roses seem angry with me. However I try, howmuchever hard I wish, a rose has never found its way back to me.

What girl does not love flowers and particularly roses! As strange as it may sound, I never ever had a rose day in my life. And yes, I have walked past my teenage ages ago, meaning I am way old for affairs and happily settled in a marriage. Never received a bouquet let alone a single rose. No occasion is big enough, not my birthday, or a Valentine's day or my wedding day or its anniversary! I do not deserve a rose.  I have tried implying, when it did not work, asked directly, or otherwise, tried demanding roses for special days or celebrations. Well, apparently roses and me are like two banks of a river that never meet.


This absence of roses in my life, has made me grow fonder, in fact fondest to be appropriate, for this sweet smelly epitome of romance, which I can never have. The very fact that I never get a single rose when I have been actually anticipating it, makes it the more painful for me. Because I'd love to get it very much and at times, voiced this desire and not receiving it even after that cuts me deep inside.

Sometimes I tell myself, "Oh, Come on! its just a flower, I can go buy it in a flower shop or better still plant one at home. It is not even expensive". But then tears roll down my cheeks. My whole conscience vanishes into a black hole. I no longer remember that affection and compassion or dedication or any other similar abstract feelings of true love, do not lie on a simple flower. The most important thing is, the people in your life: your family, friends, spouse/lover love you. That's enough. You don't need any material thing to show you that they love and adore you. Words at the back of my head- but they are merely a jumble of letters running haywire. I can read the words but they make no sense.



I cannot see anything, my tears have flooded my eyes, shutting down my lids. I don't remember the wise words or the quotes I memorized to save myself from drowning  into the well of sorrow. I feel hurt, nothing else matters. This is such a harsh realization that you are unfit for something that you truly want. Its even more deep when that what you want is so easily available and comes easy for everyone but you and you don't understand why you cannot have it. You feel stupid and stubborn and childish  for wanting it and yet nobody understands how it feels! So much for wanting a rose for gift!

Some flashbacks

Water is dripping outside my window this past one hour as if it is rushing to touch the ground, desperate and hurried; as if the ground is running away never to meet water again; as if water is torn into tiny drops and showering all over its beloved asking it to not leave. Small drops run into ground's embrace with an impact full splash! drenching the soil thoroughly with it. The passionate embrace soon transforms into a puddle of mud.
This crazy rain roars and cries in a continuous pitterpatter battling the wind, rushing down the atmosphere so strong, so stubborn- it refuses to stop. I sit by my window watching as it rains, a cup of fresh coffee and a thought that lingers in my mind...Oh this rain! stubborn and furious, strong and passionate, determined as it is..alas! like all else it is going to end.



Life




Life

Life is like a flying kite
Hanging in a thread of hope
It soars up high in the sky

Floating and drifting 
Wherever wind takes
A kite hovers up
Until the thread breaks

Life is a flying kite
Fly further high......

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