The morning after..

He was finally married. wedding-rings1

The night had passed, it wasn’t as eventful as he had imagined it would be, considering they were both tired after the late end to the wedding reception.

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However, the morning was here. He woke up with a smile, his now-wife Rekha was still sleeping next to him. Not sure whether to wake her up or not, he walked towards the kitchen, obviously very hungry (everybody knows the wedded couple eats the least at their wedding), he expected his wife to prepare a modest breakfast for him, but seeing her sleeping he realized, she must have been really tired herself.

He looked around the kitchen (probably the first time ever he entered one with the intention of making something) after a quick analysis of the resources available, he decided on scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast and a maggi preparation of  the single maggi packet lying in the cupboard (to be shared obviously) The effort wasn’t bad considering it was his first time, the toast came out a little burnt (he preferred to refer to them as crispy) the eggs could have been scrambled better. The one thing that really came out good was the maggi preparation, he knew that very well. He put it all on a flowery quarter plate on a tray and took it to his wife.

He had never made breakfast for himself before, let alone make and serve another person on the bed.. (unsure what endearing word to use to wake her up.. he settled on her name) he woke her up gently,  when she opened her eyes & saw that he had made breakfast for her, she shuffled around quickly and got off the bed. She had remembered the words she told her mom only a week before

“how romantic would it be if my husband made breakfast for me in bed” she smiled to herself at the memory and said

“You made breakfast? wow!” breaking out into a sheepish grin

She was still getting used to the fact that she was now married.. to her benefit, it was ONLY their first morning together and she had woken up late – Shit!
While she joined him in what was her first breakfast in bed with him, she bit into the crispy toast.. he looked at her seeking her approval on his efforts, she looked at him ..and they both laughed.

It might have not been the perfect start, it certainly was a crispy one.. as they both laughed their hearts out ..somebody still needed to finish the toast. 

Whose turn is it?

It was a bright early morning…I opened the door of the refrigerator, looked at the eggs lazily laying in the egg tray. The eggs looked at each other..whose turn will it be today? They moved about restlessly in their positions until finally Nancy got picked up.

Tray of eggs in a refrigerator door

A little extra oil, a good looking egg, a hot pan and a strong determination..all that was needed for the perfect sunny side up. As the egg began getting ready, it was time to turn her upside down..not too dry, not too wet, he wanted her just right!
..a second here..a second there and he didn’t turn her on time

Paul was flustered, Nancy spluttered and he uttered the words “damn you Nancy!”

“You disappointed me”

Nancy didn’t come out right..he scrambled her up.

He went back to the refrigerator, opened it, looked at Julie..and with that same determination, pointed to her and said..

“tomorrow you”

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