Shades of Love – V

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He just did not get it, did he? Gawd, how did I spend three whole years of my life with him, she wondered. Irritating as hell, addicted to work, and dedicated to make her life hell. This is how she summed up her husband. On good days. On bad days (like the current PMS phase), she felt like murdering him. Or take an easier step and just divorce him.

But he just wouldn’t go. She wondered what would finally make him go. She believed she would some day drive him so crazy that he would have no choice but to leave. Yes, he was irritating. But it was mostly her who was responsible for the crazed life they shared. After all, she was the one with tantrum issues.

Thank god for him.

Like it happened at least once every month, they had had a good round of arguments at the start of the week itself. And this time, the ‘I am not talking to you’ phase had carried on through the week. She was pissed with him. But she was used to it. So, life was good.

They had a plan with their couple friends with whom they hung out quite a lot. What better day to enjoy ice-cream than on a cool Valentine’s Day evening. Two couples. Ice-cream. Happiness. With one couple ignoring each other. Perfect.

But, the ice-cream was never meant to be. It was meant to melt away, lonely, uneaten. Ok, to cut the crap, like always, the plan got chucked. This time coz she went off to sleep at the dinner table itself. Tired. And a bit pissed still. Poor hubby never thought Valentine’s Day could be so sad indeed.

The next morning was one of the best ones of her life. She woke up late. Groggy and hungry as she was, the smell of deliciously prepared fish curry hit her senses and jolted her to reality. Her hubby was cooking lunch for her. She tiptoed into the living room, to find a DVD of her favourite Bollywood romantic movie gift-wrapped for her. Mister hubby had been busy all right. Still continuing the ‘I am pissed’ drama, she went for a shower, only to find a cute little top, bundled for her. WOW. Is a person not allowed to stay mad with this man for even a week!

She rushed to the kitchen. “Stop being so awesome ok. And I love the gifts.” “I know. Come, taste the fish and tell me how it is.” “You are only fishing for compliments, aren’t you…” He was never going anywhere…

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Shades of Love – III

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The kid was a terror. And a bundle of joy. She just did not know what to do with him. So full of energy, like most kids. And so much more naughtier, unlike most kids. The naughtiness was definitely a genetic gift by his father, she thought.  No wonder.

Her days passed by so quickly, she hardly had time to sit and take a few breaths in peace. Cook. Look after the kiddo. Ensure he doesn’t get hurt yet again. Teach him stuff. Take care of the house. Help hubby with the office work. Life was busy.

But today was a special day. Though they had been married for six years now, Valentine’s Day was still a special day for her. Buying expensive gifts and going out for dream vacations was not her thing. She believed in showing her love in creative ways. Slipping a love note in a shirt pocket. Hiding a rose in the office bag. Teaching the kiddo to say “Daddy, mommy lovvvesss you” in his super cute voice. These little gestures of love that made you pause while living your every day life, and made you feel grateful for a wonderful life, and an even more wonderful wife. Yes. That was her thing.

Wondering what she could do today to show her love for him, she set to prepare his breakfast. And while she was still wondering, she realised that she had shaped the cutlets in a heart shape. Oh yes! That’s what she would do. His breakfast on Valentine’s would be a symbol of her love for him. Heart-shaped cutlets. Heart-shaped papaya. Heart-shaped halwa. And strawberry milkshake with heart-shaped strawberries over it. The hubby was going to have a hearty meal, for sure.

Having set the breakfast table, she waited patiently for the hubby to arrive at the table. Two minutes and he would be rushing to dining room. “Jaan, is my breakfast ready? I am getting late…”

He sat on the table, kiddo on his lap, having fun morning time. She could see the joy in his eyes, playing with his notorious, yet ever-so-lovable kid. Just then he saw the breakfast spread on the table and his eyes lit up, smile spreading wide.

“Happy Valentine’s Day hubby dearest” she said. And wondered – was she seeing hearts in the hubby’s eyes too?