Oh Goddamnit! Stop it now! I yell mentally, at my incessantly
ringing desk phone, cell phone, PC Pings and door bell in general. Outwardly I
say, “Come in!” in a serious,
yet-cheerful tone. By the world’s standards, I have turned 45 today. Vibrant
and Successful. That’s what the Magazine Cover reads – Special Edition, for my
Birthday. A headache is creeping in slowly to wish me as well.
“Good evening Sir. Mr. B has arrived…erm…with special birthday wishes.” My
secretary Rhea announces with a grimace. She is a young lady and keeps to
herself most of the time, except for when I have assignments for her. She is
good. Respects my space and my privacy.
“Send him in. And no more calls for the day. Cancel all my meetings and
appointments. You can leave once that is arranged. Good evening.” I tell
her and start packing my materials on the desk. I need a break from this
extra-shiny, extra-metallic, extra-organized and prim life. I need to be
myself. I need to really celebrate my
birthday with a tiny cake and just my family. Family. That word – for which I had dreamt this BIG, is no longer
with me. My parents passed away old. And my wife – she would still be waiting
at home for me, I know. May be, one day she would leave as well. Who wants to
be with a man who has no time for his wife or family? I exhale, rubbing my
temples and rolling up my sleeves. There is a huge pile of gift boxes in the
corner of my chamber, few cheques, a car key and other such temptations. The Bigger
the Gifts – The Bigger the Favors. Why
is this man taking so much time?
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“Hello Hello Mr. Aryan! See what I've got for you!” B. enters
without any announcement. He has a plastered fake grin and holds a paper which
has an exotic looking palatial hotel’s face printed on it. A Presidential Suite
– for one day and one night. Very thoughtful. I extend my hand and take the
offered present.
“Thank you Mr. B. I must leave now, my family waits for me.” I get up,
wearing my laptop bag’s strap across my shoulder, pick up my coat and start
walking towards the flush doors of my cabin. What am I doing here anyway?
“Mr. Aryan….that construction project site…heh heh.” Damn the idiot.
Bloody bloodsucker.
“Of course, Mr. B. Can we talk about this on Monday?” I give him a
stern no-nonsense look, with a smile and walk out. I pass Rhea on the way,
signaling her to leave and let B go. She nods and wishes a Happy Birthday. I give her a smile and leave. Now that I am out of
my building, I desperately need to see Naina. My wife, my girlfriend, my
lover. Now, she has remained a mere presence as I have ignored her for so long because
of my work and other responsibilities. I sigh. What
should I do? I hope she hasn’t planned a surprise with a million guests. I
hate surprises. And today I need rest.
I park my car in our garage and
walk slowly towards my home. The night has turned cold. It is already 10. No
time to celebrate, huh? I shake my head and knock the door. Feeling irritated
at Naina, I am ready to burst, when the door opens. I flinch, involuntarily,
dreading people. But, there is no one. No one except Naina. My breath catches
in my throat. She looks beautiful. She has done make up today – not the gaudy whattheycallit parlor stuff – just a
kohl and lip gloss – strawberry, if I am right.
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“Happy Birthday, Aryan.” There she is - my Girlfriend. I am angry
at her, ain't I? Where is my headache? But why is she dressed up. No, I am not going out.
“Thank you. Umm, why are you…?” I leave my sentence trailing. Red
looks beautiful on her.
“Oh this. Umm, why don’t you change? I have a little gift for you.” She
gives me a smile and after so many years, I feel my heart thumping.
“Naina…look…I don’t want to go out anywhere…please. I am tired. Really.”
I go for the sterner tone, but she looks at me – her beautiful eyes – they look
a little hurt but also, shining with humor and I die.
“I know. Lazy Bum. I am not taking you out anywhere. Just go and change.”
Wow. She almost sounds like the old times. I can find myself agreeing. What is happening?
“Fine.” I mumble and go to our room. Meanwhile, I can hear her
singing to herself, opening and closing refrigerator, the sound of her bangles –
I think I am in love. I change into my night robe, welcoming the peace and
quiet of our home. I am early, today. For my standards. I find B’s gift,
crumple it and throw it in the dustbin.
“You ready Aryan?” Naina asks, peeping into our room and grins at
me. She looks impish and I suddenly feel like running after her.
“What? Why are you laughing at me?” I ask her.
“Happy Birthday Old man. Here’s your gift.” Naina is giving me her
full smile and I feel like proposing to her once again. She is beautiful – fine
lines feathering her eyes. Her lips – still soft, still beautiful. It has been
so long, that I have loved her or even showed that I care. I feel a lump in my
throat and move towards her. She stops me and raises her left hand. From her index finger, dangles a key. I look at
her puzzled.
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“Ohho, take it! And come with me.” She gives up trying to read me
and leads me ahead – to…the staircase. Which room are we headed to? Yes, it has
been that long. Usually I come home, eat and sleep.
“Naina?”
“Shhh…now open this.”
“Terrace?” I look at her,
wondering what she has been doing.
“Yep. Now open the door. I cannot
wait anymore. It’s almost 11:45.” She squeals. I laugh. Something is wrong with
her too. I open the door to our terrace. And there is the most beautiful gift I
have received today. A table is set for two – with a small pineapple cake in
the centre. There is – I laugh out loud – Orange juice? Naina drank occasionally
but this was our favorite in olden times – thele
waala juice. I grin at her, while she motions for me to wait. She points at
one corner – there is a sofa swing. Aaah. Beautiful. And then – as I am
suddenly aware of the night and the silence around us – Naina hugs me.
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“It’s been so long and you seemed to drift away… I had no idea what to give
to you. So I am giving you a little peace – I am borrowing from this night.
Will you watch the stars with me? It’s Sunday tomorrow…” Naina has tears in
her eyes. She had missed me. I remember of her love for the stars and night
sky. I used to love that about her. I reminisce of the phone calls, when I
would listen to her for hours talking about this star, that mythology, this
belief. I loved her knowledge. She knew every constellation – and also, when
the moon would rise. My girlfriend is
a pseudo-astronomer. Did I say Girlfriend?
“I would love to. Thank you for this time, Naina...” I say, holding her close to my heart. In the
serene silence of the night, I celebrate for the first time, in so many years a
beautiful birthday with my wife, my family.
Who says size matters? Only the
Size of your heart does and I had the biggest heart in my arms tonight.
17 comments:
This is so sweet and so romantic! I am making my man read this right now who plans to go to office even tomorrow :(
Maybe this post will change his mind :) *fingers crossed*
Really sweet,wonderful and romantic :) <3
oh my goddess mishti...
this is sooo beauuuutifull
*tight hug*
love you baby...
blessed be :)
CD!!!: Please let me know if he decides to stay :D :D...love is to be cherished...and in the heat of working for love, we forget what it was... :) :D I hope he stays.
@Raumali: Thank youuu!! :D :D
@Meoww: **Super tight Hug** I love you too! Blessed Be!
thats a story from heart and with big size heart :)
@Deeps: Thank youuu! :D :D :D
Maybe I can say something once the lump in my throat goes away...
Sigh...
@Spaceman Spiff: *Hugs* Feel Better now?? :) :) Love does that...doesn't it? You don't have to say anything. I hear you. :)
Sigh. :)
romantic and sweet dialogues :)
@Muhammad Israr: :) :)
Wow, a really romantic angle to the discussion.. Just loved it.We all could do with a little peace and time in this rushing world
@Keirthana: Where have you been Girl???? :D Missed your presence here! Thank you!! I am glad you liked it! :D <3
Lovely ... That is sooo romantic.. I can actually imagine us in the same story..
@Sunitha: :D :D Thank you! :D
Many men don't even realize that they are taking their women for granted... That way, he is an angel :)
Superbly crafted story, my love :)
But then, all your stories are brilliant...<3
@PeeVee: He is an Angel ;) :D :D
Thank you! :D :D Awww....no...read the "More than Friendship and Less than love"...I have become controversial too :P ;)
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