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My Secret Santa

Generally, I don’t get festive when Christmas comes around. The main reason being I didn’t have the annual shutdown or extended holiday concept at work till this year. But this year, I made a switch and from now on, I get a mandatory annual shutdown of 10 days approx. This made me enjoy the holiday season more and I started humming “Jingle bells..” as I drove to work. And when I saw a Santa handing out gifts to kids at the supermarket, I wanted one too. A perplexed hubby stood watching me ache for a gift from Santa. Finally as Santa didn’t even look at me (Of course, how would he know this crazy lady is still a kid at heart and wants a gift from him šŸ˜› ), I turned to hubby and demanded in a resolved tone that he must dress up as Santa for me this year and he must give me a gift. Soon I forgot about the drama since I did it in the spur of a moment and I know hubby is not the romance freak that I am.

But hubby surprised me and how! He had taken my kiddish demand to heart and had made arrangements for a Santa outfit. He had also ordered a Kindle Paperwhite for me to surprise me (He later told me that he was saving the idea for our upcoming anniversary but seeing my disappointed face when I didn’t get a gift from Santa at the supermarket, he decided to gift it early).

Now, this kindle has an interesting story background. Twice, we had almost bought it from Croma but didn’t in the nick of time. We had Croma gift vouchers and were looking around to buy something. The final decision arrived at was Kindle. I was and am a firm believer that the feel of reading a book physically cannot be replaced by anything. However, hubby convinced me that this way I can buy only the books that are worth it and add it to my collection. I had a few regrets of spending money on some books which were totally not worth adding to my book collection and was hiding such books in the bottom most shelf. Also, he convinced me about the convenience of carrying a bookshelf in a kindle when going on vacations without having to worry about the luggage. So I gave in and we decided on Kindle Paperwhite and went to the counter only to realize that I had left the vouchers at home. So we decided we will buy some other time and left it at that. Very soon, we were at another Croma store and again debated on the models and arrived at a conclusion. We asked for it to be billed to find out that they didn’t have it in stock. We returned home thinking that maybe the universe is conspiring against us buying a Kindle. Soon I forgot about this whole Kindle episode and was back to reading normally. And now, it happened in the form of a Christmas miracle šŸ™‚

So you ask, what’s so special about your hubby giving you a Kindle as a gift for Christmas? I say two things:

1. Hubby cannot hold secrets from me, no matter what. Even if it is a surprise for me, he would end up blabbing about it to me and have a puppy face about how he couldn’t, for the life of him, keep a secret from me. šŸ˜€

2. This time he decided to keep it and kept it for a while until I busted the whole thing a couple of days before Christmas by innocently peeping into his inbox and seeing the SMS of his order status.Ā  I would have still pulled it off and let him think I didn’t know if only he had not noticed me seeing it.

So I guess secrets are not for us even if it is for surprising each other and I am totally fine with it because I for one, have a husband who cannot hide anything from me even if he wants to. šŸ˜› šŸ˜€ We had a totally fun and romantic time about this. Also, we ended spending the evening cajoling each other that it’s okay that the secret is out and later moved on to look at some gifts we gave each other in the past and reminiscing about it.

And on Christmas, I still got my Santa and a gift from him even though it was no secret šŸ™‚

Until later šŸ™‚

P.S: Dear hubby, It is so cute that you did this and don’t get discouraged that I busted the first secret you ever attempted to keep. There are a lot more attempts for you to make and for me to break so that we can share a ton of laughter every time we do it. And that crooked smile of yours which hesitantly peeks when you realize that I found out what you are trying to do – I love it and would try breaking your secrets just for that. Love you!

I have seen God, have you?

You know how much I crave for hot dosas and how I end up eating dosas that have gone cold because I have to make them myself everyday. I see love when you make that extra effort to make me sit down and enjoy those hot dosas that you made.

You know you couldn’t stay on and help me with my busy life. I see love when you do everything that would give me even just a week off to recover and rest, to lazeĀ around and enjoy, to take a break from the rush.

You know you are getting old and your health doesn’t quite co-operate. I see love when, despite that, you still go on official tours to make more for the family, to help me.

You know you are too far away physically to help. I see love when every week you guys call me, it assures me I have a shoulder to fall back on. I see love in the beautiful life you are going to bring into this world in a couple of months.

And know what? I feel I have seen God. Human mind is ironical in that way, it realizes the magnanimity of the help and how much something means only when that something is taken away from you. Thanks to my familyĀ for making me see the irony and helpingĀ this agnostic answer some of her questions.

Until later šŸ™‚

The lone tear drop

Mudra closed her eyes, a vain attempt to make the tears go the other way round. But she has never succeeded much,either way a lone tear drop cascades through her cheeks that were like pleasant plains and ended near her honey-dew lips. What a life it is, or rather was! She believed that she hadĀ no regrets, but memories plenty. It was beautiful, no one could disagree. But now? Everything in the house, every movement in the air, every existence around her reminded her of Rithvik. Her soul mate, or so sheĀ hadĀ believed. Even today, it felt too real to comprehend and too much an illusion to shrug off. Rithvik… The sound of his name on her lips strungĀ a lot ofĀ chords in her. As each of themĀ struck, she would just melt a little bit more.

Was it her fault for wanting to pursue something he couldn’t? Or was it his fault that he hadĀ his family depending on him much that he cannot think of moving? Was it their fault that they knew this would become a problem yet wanted to enjoy what they had as long as they had it? Sometimes life happens, they say! No, life does not just happen. It strikes with a deadly blow giving you choices that you cannot refuse and making you choose the one choice that you feared. The same happened to her and she did what life made her do. Bidding him goodbye, she packed her heartĀ along with her bags and flewĀ where her wings took her. He picked up the pieces of his heart and tried to put it in one piece. Like itĀ or not, he had to live with it. And so he did.

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SheĀ thought it was for the best. Ā Then why does that lone tear drop make way from her eyes every night as the silence in her apartment engulfs her? Will time change it all? Or will love triumph it all? The one question that none of us have an answer to. Life makes us do a lot of things. In the end, all that matters are our priorities. That set right, they won’t give you regrets. They might give you scars in theĀ passing but notĀ lasting regrets!

Until later šŸ™‚

The Promise


Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

He stood confused in front of the huge open walled-cabinet filled with all his favorite drinks.
“Don’t do it, she won’t like it if she knew you started drinking” his heartĀ chided him.
“She left me, I no longer care about her” his mind retaliated.
After a long look at the cabinet, he turned his back and walked out to reconcile with his wife.
Just because you’re mad at someone, it doesn’t mean you stop loving them.

Until later šŸ™‚

Linking this write-up to FSF on ConfusionĀ @Ā Lillie McFerrin Writes andĀ Friday Fictioneers, 26th September.

Deadlock

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He didn’t want to be a paper-weight in her life, curbing her from flying. He wanted her to fly even if it meant that she has to leave him. She didn’t want to fly without him, she wanted him to weigh her down. She wanted him to keep her grounded even if it meant sacrifice.

Until later šŸ™‚

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