Love is in the air but am here !
the only thing unusual about the day was that i met him. and as people all over say, every thing toppled overnight. this time i guess, from toe to head.
the day struck me permanently blind of my in laws culinary tastes and hubbys favourite shoes. i forgot to water the barren pot at the first floor balcony that made good luck peep in through the velvet curtains.
at beakfast table and later at the kitchen sink i stared at the after meal dishes to find a route map of licked up desires of exhausted taste.
i couldd cook up so many as now i claimed to be in love, that came late yet so very different from the domestic one thrusted upon me like a second AC upper berth reservation ticket in a night train.
i had loved and lost (and even forgotten the names and peoples too ) so many a time, so much so that i often had hallucinations of love ghosts from bygone births.
may be thats why i was not so keen or rather tensed whn i knew i was about to fall in love , once again.(and that too when my hubby dear finally got a transfer to our home town).
in the long history of my love life, this one was so very different. this time i got a genuine chap, a neoclassical lover with bubbles of modernismpost mixed with jazz.
it was for me , i should say, a less effort love. i just needed to be there as me myself, as he did all the loving. it was like falling asleep over and over again in an early rainy morning. i slept for hours.
later on, summers changed as we fought the moment we talked. the early morning rain -cuddled -sleep- feel drifted, as you woke up, to that of having breakfast without brushing. the distaste lingered on even after that hot cup of coffee.
i was just wondering, may be between all those big talks and hugs of love he loved me so much, so very much, fully and completely, so jam packed that i must not have got the space to love him back.
i am a poor soul, u knw... poor me!
the day struck me permanently blind of my in laws culinary tastes and hubbys favourite shoes. i forgot to water the barren pot at the first floor balcony that made good luck peep in through the velvet curtains.
at beakfast table and later at the kitchen sink i stared at the after meal dishes to find a route map of licked up desires of exhausted taste.
i couldd cook up so many as now i claimed to be in love, that came late yet so very different from the domestic one thrusted upon me like a second AC upper berth reservation ticket in a night train.
i had loved and lost (and even forgotten the names and peoples too ) so many a time, so much so that i often had hallucinations of love ghosts from bygone births.
may be thats why i was not so keen or rather tensed whn i knew i was about to fall in love , once again.(and that too when my hubby dear finally got a transfer to our home town).
in the long history of my love life, this one was so very different. this time i got a genuine chap, a neoclassical lover with bubbles of modernismpost mixed with jazz.
it was for me , i should say, a less effort love. i just needed to be there as me myself, as he did all the loving. it was like falling asleep over and over again in an early rainy morning. i slept for hours.
later on, summers changed as we fought the moment we talked. the early morning rain -cuddled -sleep- feel drifted, as you woke up, to that of having breakfast without brushing. the distaste lingered on even after that hot cup of coffee.
i was just wondering, may be between all those big talks and hugs of love he loved me so much, so very much, fully and completely, so jam packed that i must not have got the space to love him back.
i am a poor soul, u knw... poor me!
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life just goes on... u knw.... with its colours bright.. one way or another...