Distance makes the heart grow fonder

Time: Monday evening 8PM ..

Standing in my kitchen i looked upon the living room of  our house, now our home. how i loved it .. decorated it with our love . there was our scrap book hanging on the wall , beside the orchids and the water fountain. .. the  water fountain,decorated with flowers .the little stones brought from halfmoon bay adorning its beauty. small plastic guns of td , the toy ones with their rubber bullets . his bike at one corner of the house , our framed marriage pic ..

The night sky was warm and dry yet light ,it had  kind of a summery feeling to it . everything i loved about the place i was standing … but not today . today was different. td was not there. he  has gone to boston for his project’s conference for a week. this was the first time in 6 months of our marriage we were away. strange, its not like i was staying alone for the first time, but yes it was frst time i was going to sleep alone in this big house… without him beside me , i would be all by myself in our home for the next 5 days to come ..

day1 , 2 , 3, 4  went by .. i was getting restless.. the whole house was like reminding me of all the little big  things we have been doing  there. as a ritual everyday we have tea the first thing in the morning , together .. but now without him .. tea had lost its sweetness.after i return from office , my mind would search for him .. at night i missed his warmth which is like this assurance “hey !! its me with u always”  .. that kind of touch ,a simple arm across my shoulders or a subtle touch on my hands …. and am relaxed all night .

i was counting days , it was mere 5 days .. but it seemed like an era..  😦

finally , friday evening came . and there was knock on my door in the evening at around 7 PM.there were sounds of footsteps .. and my heart was pounding and  i was all excited  as if i was a teenager!!  

Time 8 PM  friday evening

..I was standing on the balcony looking at the church and the school opposite our house. it was the same summery feeling , little warm , windy ..the orchid had dried now , but in place of it there was another small bud .the sweet subtle smell of love , the warmth of his breath was on my neck .. and there was my td, looking at me ., only one look was enough for me , it said how much he had missed me .. . and me just again the same old girl madly in love with this handsome boy ,as if it was still 2013 , when i had just realized how  much i loved this guy !!.

That evening i opened my door to my man , my husband , my partner for the rest of my life.. i realized , life can never be same  after marriage , after being with this wonderful person , i cannot be ever alone again .. i will miss him , i may even cry a little , or laugh sometimes remembering our silly  jokes ( which only we can laugh at) , or dance to the tune of the song which only we can listen …. i smiled and welcomed this new me .and i liked this me !!


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