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. 

The ‘blog post’ in the making

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Looking at the blank page on the screen, to be soon filled up with my thoughts I have in my head.. I find myself all focused, “this one is going to be serious” I tell myself. After a couple of minutes a naughty thought crosses my mind..

Who am I kiddin’?.. I can’t write serious stuff.

Now, smiling with my tongue out, I begin typing, my fingers flirting ever so gently with the keys on the keyboard..its beginning to sound like music to my ears, a rhythm I am used to listening every time I have something to write about and find myself typing away, one key after the other. My mind is slowly drifting away from the real world and into a different one, the characters in my head are coming to life, the music is playing in the background, the sprinkling of rain drops and a strong breeze blowing across..

..and then I hear words from a distance, I can’t quite understand.. the words get clearer with every second and then very loud all of a sudden

“Close the windows, its raining” mom had been screaming for the past few seconds.

I was stunned! I knew I had to react.. I look up at her and then behind, I shut the window hurriedly. I come back and sit in front of my computer screen – the moment has clearly passed. The thoughts literally went down the drain along with the rain water.

I click on ‘save as draft’, hoping I can re-create that moment again sometime.

Apparently saving the bedroom from filling up with water was more important than my typing the blog post.

The story of my many incomplete posts, resting peacefully as notepad documents