A pink coloured rectangular box. The walls are Princeton orange or Flame orange. The floor has alternate squares of black and white like chessboard. She has a trunk with many stuffed animals on it that she keeps dear to her heart. Though she has six teddy bears, two dogs and four Barbie girls, still she prefers to sleep o’er the pillows that are spread within her queen-sized bed made of wood and soft cushion mattress – a mixture of white and pale pink colours and it makes her feel like heaven. A poster of Roger Federer hangs on the far corner of the wall while the one near her bed is Sachin Tendulkar. There is a small dressing table in her room that houses her vast collection of cosmetics, etc., etc. A mirror that makes faces reflecting her mood and lucky enough to mirror her beauty. Her wardrobe is yet another garment shop, which has mix of both western and Indian dresses. Her toys, blanket, dresses, and cosmetics are mostly pink just like any other girl, she is a lover of pink too!
She is a
flawless creation! She has a face of
goddess. Her big moist eyes can
steal hearts of stags. Her nose is drafted close to perfection to add beauty to her face. Her
perfect pale pink rose bud lips can even tempt a saint and the
smile she carries on her face is a
medicine for all trauma; in fact a social service. Her
white complexion is hard to compare. She has the best of the best features a girl could have. Totally, she is a
dream! It’s no wonder why those thousands wanted to marry her. PS: I’m one of them and lucky enough to knot the auspicious thread around her neck!
She is simple, modern, sometimes moody, sometimes talkative and ever romantic girl. Her heart is clear as crystal and her thoughts are noble as dove. She is the queen of her own world. She can make one go mad with her non-stop nonsense talk :P She is known for her frequent mood changes – a perfect example for the sine wave :P. If she is in good mood, she is the best ultra stupid girl! If she is in normal mood, she is an okayish girl! But if she is upset then it is highly impossible to handle her. She will say only one-word answer for whatever I ask; she will not eat properly and the worst part is she will not sleep until dawn :( This week is one such phase in her life. She is yet to sleep properly from last Sunday night and I’m trying my best to make her sleep every night. Actually, I know the reason for her sadness and I can talk to her regarding the same, but I do not want to hurt her discussing about it; better this way. She should be fine by this weekend, hopefully.
It is already half past eleven; she is still reading the same old novel – Love Story by Eric Segal. Probably, she might be reading that book for the hundredth time I guess, and I’ve no idea when she is going to sleep.
‘
Kis waqt sone ka iraada hain’
She simply passes a look, which means...
‘
Aaj ka din kaise guzra’
‘
Not too good,’ she hisses without eye contact.
Neither she is planning to sleep nor speaking with me. It’s almost midnight, and I’m losing my patience each passing second.
‘
Bahut suhana mausam hai... rhim jhim baras rahi hai barish’
‘
Dirty rain,’ she says looking into my eyes. Her eyes are red like a drunkard bastard. I’m pretty much sure if she continues to stay awake like this; our life is going to be hell then. I love her a lot and I cannot see her suffer; somehow, I want to erase her pain without her knowledge. I know I can!
‘
Chalo, thoda ghoom ke aatey hai’
‘
Are you mad or what? It’s raining heavily. Already, I’m drenched twice in this week. I do not want to take any risk which could affect my health conditions.’ She shouts
‘
Chalo chaltey hai,’ I say with a smile. Finally, after ten minutes, I’m able to drag her out of the house successfully.
The first drop of the rain trickles on our face, which makes us wiggle but she makes faces and says, ‘
it’s damn chill idiot,’ and in minutes, we are drenched completely but she is still making faces complaining the wet winds.
‘
Someone loves rain :P,’ I say with a smile, she smiles and asks, ‘
where are we heading to?’ The freshness in her voice conveys her mood change, for which I can do anything in my life.
‘
Park,’ I say and she smiles because it’s not just another park,
it’s her life. It’s where she owns her sweet childhood memories – the best days of life. She likes seesaw a lot; in fact, it is her favourite time pass even in her college days :P She is such a crazy mad lovable girl. The park has its own stories as well because it houses at least twenty romantic couple every day, fifty old-aged people, hundreds of screaming kids, thousands of pleasant smelling flowers, millions of colourful butterflies, and so on.
She clutches my hand tightly as the rain starts to pour down heavily and she lies on my shoulder while walking; I feel her warmth :) As soon as we reach the park, she runs to seesaw like an eight-year-old kid and she goes mad, as usual :P and I by sitting on the other side of the seesaw,
the perfect mad couple – mad for each other :) She goes mad again dancing in the rainwater like she used to dance in her intermediate days. I’m happy to see her smiling and dancing in the rain like this. This is what I want in all my life and that’s why I live in this world. She has gone mad completely by the time I sang her favourite song; she says, ‘
I love you,’ hugging with love. PS: Not even raindrops can enter between us.
It is almost two in the morning when we reached home. We are completely drenched in rain and she is looking like a perfect doll in wet clothes. She says, ‘
Let's change before we sleep,’ I smile mischievously and say, ‘
I can help you to change’. I undress her, ‘
Oye, the clothes will stink if we throw like this,’ she says and I continue, finally we are kissing passionately, and we...
She blushes – the way she blinks is one of the best thing she does whenever we make love :)
It is four in the morning; she is sleeping on my chest after what we have done hours ago. She must be tired I believe that’s why she slept so soon, usually, we used to talk :P The clothes stink badly, which she hates even in sleep. I slowly switch her to a more comfortable position and I place pillows to make her sleep comfortable.
After a small struggle, I manage to collect the clothes, washing powder and I reach the washing machine. I place clothes inside the washing machine, add Surf Excel Matic, and switch it on. While walking back to bedroom a quote flashed in my mind,
"Have you taken the time to soak in peace? Because life is too short...Soak No More!" which I read on official fan page of
Surf Excel Matic. It’s absolutely true; she will be able to soak in sleep peacefully without the stinking smell of wet clothes.
The room is filled with her unique special delicate sweet aroma she possesses. She is smiling in her sleep, which makes me happy; after all, all my life I want her to smile happily. I also feel she will get over the past one-week hangover when she wakes up and I’m sure she will smile happily from now on because I know her completely.
'Everything will be okay Sweetheart, Love you so much!' I whisper in her ears and she smiles broadly. I take my DSLR camera in nanoseconds to capture her beautiful smile, definitely one in a billion, billion smile, and she is the only reason for my smile :)
This post has been published as a part of The Surf Excel Matic #SoakNoMore Contest organized by IndiBlogger in association with Surf Excel Matic
Happy Endings! Keep Smiling!
PS: This is my 350th mile in my journey of Few Miles!!!
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