Everyone must feel irritated whenever Monday pops up with sun glaring at us dragging us out of bed early enough to leave for office but still we get late.I used to be one of them but now I feel as if my heart is melting. It’s missing its love a lot.O yes! I miss my love. I miss my husband. My heart sinks when he leaves for office. his eyes seeks me for a distant kiss and a bye. I return his pleasure with drooping eyes. He too starts missing me.
Well, here am I, sitting on sofa recalling cherished moments of last weekend.
“You talk on phone a lot, you don’t even listen to me, you don’t help me, you keep watching TV….” that’s how weekends begin with me shouting at him losing temper over him. This goes on till he finally looks at me longingly and tries to get attention. But I took no notice of him. I continued my work and he silently locked himself in the room. I couldn’t endure the silence that hit the house. I went to his room. There he was, lying with his face away from me, on the bed. I tiptoed near him and craned to see his face. His eyes were the most bewitching that had me swoon for him , now it was watery. I shrunk back as if something bit me. I couldn’t bear to see his sad face. The only thing I hate is “sorry” word. You need the courage to say it from your heart after realizing your mistake and I don’t have that when I am certain that it was not me who was on the wrong side. But my brain takes a U-turn when I see him dejected. Really ,I think a lot and that makes me get angry at him ( sometimes for no reason at all). I surrendered, put my hand over his head, mustered myself to enounce that five letter word. But I couldn’t help resting my head over his, caressing his hand and …. He turned .. We stared at each other.. my eyes longing him to understand that I am sorry…He hugged me and pleaded hat i should never get angry at him. I nodded and made promise which is always broken. But i did try my best. Thoughts apart, I hugged him back and relished each other’s heart beats for looooooooong..shhhhhhhhhh..O my god! I left my cooker on. It wasn’t me who ran to the kitchen. of course, it was him and he started lending his helping hand..Hummm! Some things happen for a reason. Some do not. He could have shouted back at me for being the stupid bitch shouting and always accusing. But he didn’t. He is not that man and I love him.
We always start our day with unusual beginnings ( during weekends). Yesterday, we painted our room with different shades of blue and green mix with small patches of orange here and there. It was so lovely that we couldn’t help getting our snaps clicked in that room.
Either we are always out enjoying beach,movies, exploring new place, inquiring people about house , or anything just for fun or work at home ..No, I don’t obviously mean cleaning and all..
Really, weekends fly..here I am sitting on sofa trying to figure out how to pass time on weekdays…hmmm..