It was one of those nights when I couldn't fall asleep. From the frozen leg to the terrible head aches,
reasons were adding up to my sleepless night which made things more difficult. Only if he could have been home I would sleep
in peace. The silence of the night, the water dropping sound from the tap and
the ticking sound from the wall clock were adding to mess around with my
mood.
It was late, eleven at night and
no sign of sleep but only increasing ache in my head. To idle away the time I
decided to call a friend. I spoke to him
for couple of minutes and hung up.
People in Nepal sleep so early that I couldn't think of any other single
soul to whom I could talk at such point of time. Tossing and turning in bed, I frisked
for my laptop so that I could spend some more time chatting around but then I realised
my laptop was gone.
It was one at night and I wanted to call my best friend.
Being married I gave a second thought if it was alright to call a guy who is my best
friend at such point of time. Marriage does weird thing, makes you matured and
makes you act stupid too. Though my husband is very understanding and he
understands how close I am with my friends no matter boy or girl, still the
second thought emerged my mind and I decided to hang up when I heard a knock at
the door.
“Who is it?” I asked. It was him.
