Best Valentine Day..

Last night he had asked me to wake him up at 5:30 in the morning. I thought it was his general morning shift in his factory work. He didn’t call me after 11:30PM that night. I didn’t expect him to. It was a valentine day. A part of me felt it was a special day and other part of me felt it was just another normal day. Special day is when I am with him. I didn’t wish any of my friends yesterday night because I wanted him to be first one to wish me and vice a versa.

I got a call from him at 8:15 in the morning. It’s always good to hear his sleepy voice. 8 AM is my office time and I was prepared to work today. He said, “Come to dad’s room”. I was little surprise. I thought he was kidding. Next I heard Buddy barking, I heard mom saying RD was here. I opened my door and asked him to come to my room over phone. I hung up and went back to sleep thinking it was all a joke, probably a dream. He entered my room and kissed me good morning.

It felt so amazing. My room was stinking because of no ventilation and as a matter of fact he said I was stinking too. I quickly got up to brush my teeth and join him in my dad’s room with mom, dad, sister and my brother in law. I couldn’t helping looking at him and smiling, trying to digest the surprise.

Later we found ourselves a room to be alone. We were lying looking at each other, trying to catch some sleep in between (he woke up at 5AM to meet. It takes him around 2 hours to reach my place by car)

He was there just for two and half hours and all this while I was in cloud nine. We had breakfast together. He brought me chocolates and a card which said “Just cannot simply or with difficulty find or fill your space with another person. You are perfect, Love RD”

P.S.  TO RD-  I am glad you made my day. I love you so much. Now I can say my courtship period isn’t that boring ;)

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Flashback..

Hi Sweetheart,

Time check its 1.26 am... am not sleepy at all. People sleeping next to me. if I m caught awake n online will get a good shout. but its worth the risk . missing u.

Thinking of the time we were together. the good times missing them missing being by your side. I love u, waiting to get alright so i can come n meet u again. Always want to be with u .

ok chal m sleeping.

Love

Muah RD

P.S.  this mail was written by RD to me when he was in bed-rest (after the accident)

Restless mind ~~

Its 3:35 AM and I am still not sleepy. Have to be in office my 8:30AM. I don’t know how I will manage. I am having another restless night with bombarding thoughts in my mind. I thought I should return to the cocoon (my blog) and find some peace by having words with myself and my fellow readers.

Finally my sister got engaged. It was a long wait but it happened for good. She isn’t much romantic type of person. These days I realised I too fall in that category. Actually I am romantic but I am not filmy romantic. I am more of logical and practical person who choose to express my feelings with words and gestures. I never know RD would be filmy romantic but believe me he is. It took me long time to realise. You know what I mean when any one say filmy romantic – building castle in Spain types, whim to be in Rome when you are actually in Singapore. But that's like the ideal hero. Don’t we like when Runbeer  (I can imagining him running to catch a can of beer and say my can :P)realises he is in love and does all the crazy things for Katreena in 'Ajab Prem ki Jajab Kahani'? Don’t we glee in every dialogs of 'Dil toh Pagal hai'?

Does being mature take you away from your flight to your fancy land?

I hope NOT!

He and me

Seven years back when we started with this relationship.Everything was so charming, wistful and incredible. We had long distance relationship for one year. This happened just when I agreed to get into a relationship. Everything has a way out and we surely had ours too, to get in touch. We overcame the distance with the weekend chats on internet. Come what may, we used to be online between 4 to 6. I was in hostel in B'lore then. All of us didn’t get outings. Sometimes I sneaked out, other times I added my name in exit form of others, many other times I even made up reasons like bank work, dentist check up (though I never visited one). The times we spent between 4 to 6 during weekends were the best days of our whole week. We used to die to see each other on cam. Later, when I used to recap the whole conversation in my mind, trying to read what he never said, recalling some of the  most romantic lines and then smile alone, happy, wandering absent minded.

I was least interested which girl friend of mine spoke to which guy, what happened in Boys school, who was wearing what for socials, what was the next assignment, when the dinner bell rang. I guess I had created a different world around me by then.

A call from him would be like a celebrity call. When he said my name I felt I was among those lakhs fans of Amitabh to get a personal signature on a piece of paper.

His cute face, innocent eyes, naughty, teasing smile had done all the magic and I was so crazy about him. I counted each day to pass by as soon as possible so that I would meet him again.

It was so difficult to get him on phone. We didn’t have mobile phones then (actually sounds like “Hamare jamane main” types). The fortunate day I got him on call I thought myself to be the luckiest girl for the day. Pura paisa wasool even though on ISD call :) Once I had called him, the next line he had said was "Thank God you called, I was so pissed because of my aunt. Now I will be all fine. I was so restless but now I found peace". I don’t know if he remembers he had told me so, but at that time and even today I think it is something that has a lot of significance.

Today when he called he was little pissed off. Some kinda Work pressure. I was waiting for his call since hours. He hardly spoke for 4 minutes and he hung up saying he had a bad mood and would prefer to be left alone. He is not a person who says so. Actually I am. When I am angry I choose to be alone, think about it for some time and forget it. No one on earth can console me when I have moodswings. I choose to be myself because at times you have to deal with your things and no one else can make it less (For him there is no word called I. I meant We, he and me). Knowing this side of me he was always there, ready to listen to 'Furious me', he being so 'calm and composed'. Today when I am still there, he chose to be alone. I don’t know why but it felt weird. Felt that the magic of 'my presence fading his sorrows' is fading away.

P.S - I know RD, it’s not like this.. maybe I am thinking too hard. I just felt like sharing.

I love you