Now it’s my turn

She didn’t wake up at her usual time i.e. 7 AM. It was unlike of her to be late. I woke up & without disturbing her, went to the washroom to get fresh. After brushing my teeth, I was back again to our bedroom and I could see her cuddled up like a ball of wool. I snuggled up beside her and put my head on her flowing hair. She didn’t flinch. It was almost 8 and I was also getting late for work.

I hugged her from behind & whispered, ‘Babe? Hey, Aarushiii!’ She replied with a low & distant, ‘Hmm…’

I was concerned. I went to the other side of the bed and seeing her cute, innocent face, I knew the reason for her not being up yet. Her red nose said it all. She had this habit of catching a cold whenever she ate ice cream. And last night, she was on a roll.

We hosted a small gathering of our friends at our place for the successful completion of Aarushi’s graduation. Yes! She had to marry me because of some family problems & leave studies midway. The good news is she passed her graduation with ‘A’ grade. Now that’s something because she got better grades than me and I was so happy about it.

She was proud of her achievement & so was I. All our friends ate the chicken, puri, pulau & kheer made by her. She was more happy with the praises she received for her talent as a chef. I was smiling and so was my happy stomach.

After everybody left, we changed & were dreading for sleep because of tiredness. I had to work next day. I was on bed reading THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, she closed my eyes from behind and my face could feel a drop in the temperature. And then the smell of chocolate flavored ice cream made me smile again.

I hold her hand and took the bowl of ice cream from her. She came & sat on my lap, making me forget about the book. Aarushi was indeed a blessing to me. She could make me smile, anytime, anyplace. My romantic heart made me hold her waist & kiss her. She shied away. Her falling hair were covering her green eyes.

To make her feel normal, my naughty heart prompted me to tickle her. And I did. She jumped off on the bed as if she had seen a cockroach (she fears them like every other girl & I fear them too.) She was laughing at the top of her voice & swearing to stay away from me. But my mind had decided to forget decency that night.

She ran away from me but not for long. I got her in my arms and then fed her ice cream and had some of it from her lips too. And finally, the day ended in each other’s arms. Sleep, as usual, being the final destination of the day.

I was back to reality and got Vicks vapor rub & rubbed it on her nose. She was urging me to not do it but I insisted. She hugged me tight & slept. I texted my boss, ‘I am sick. Won’t go to work. Good day’ and now it was my time to make her smile just as she does to me, ALWAYS.

This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.

P.S.: Today’s pick is I knew this would be Love by Kina Grannis & Imaginary Future 🙂

Perfect combo

Moustache: A person is a dude if he has a moustache. I am the sign of his manliness.

Beard: Don’t over think, Mr Moustache. A normal person can have a moustache and still won’t be a dude. For being a dude, he needs to have a beard. Trimmed, well-maintained beard. I magnify the aura of the dude multiple times & I can survive without you too.

Moustache: I agree with you surviving without me but if a person, who wants to be a dude and wants to grow a beard, has to have a moustache first. I am mandatory. I am the foundation and the base. You matter because I matter.

Beard: Now I don’t agree with you there. Seriously? You think that. You, of all people. That’s the lousiest thing I have heard from you and remember, we have been partners since the beginning of time. We used to get much time with each other in the beginning during stone age and when then the evolution started.

Moustache *being emotional*: Yes, I agree. Those were the golden days. We used to be important and mattered to the people. Nowadays we’re just there for style. There is no stability too. One day I am there and girls are wanting to smell me & dwell with me and the next day I am gone. Silly people.

Beard *joining the party*: I have to agree with you. These people are just so unstable. Sometimes they shave me all, sometimes they trim me, sometimes make me a goatee or a french cut. They play with me as if I am a toy. Such a nuisance cannot be tolerated anymore.

Moustache: I feel you, man. Let’s make sure that we won’t tolerate such torture from these people and grow uneven and crazily no matter how much they try to make it even or pay bucks to hair specialist to keep us within boundaries. We are the ones who are awesome and it’s us who help guys look awesome.

 

Some of the many styles

 

P.S.: Today’s pick is I want it that way of Backstreet boys(my favorite band) in acoustic version sung by Boyce Avenue ❤

Gradually less confused..

Shall I go watch a movie?

Or shall I go to a park?

Or better some friend’s place

Or spend time in solitude

Or… forget it

Who cares?

I am all confused

I am always confused

Why is it so??

If I am confused

What to do with one extra

Free hour I got today

How can I make such big decisions like

Whom to marry?

What to do next?

What I want to become after 10 years?

Or say 30 years?

Wow, how will I decide all this?

But I know

All those will happen

In some miraculous way

If I invest these little amount

Of extra time in a productive way

I will be something

Definitely less confused

Than I am today

Which is my most priority aim

To become less confused

With each passing day

Try to make sense of things happening

Try to understand the things happening

Try.. Just try

Failure or success is important

But not compulsory

But trying is compulsory

Trying to know myself better

By knowing myself

I will know you better

Knowing you better

I will know myself better

And by that I will be less confused

Helping each other

Helping one another

Become less confused