Showing posts with label Conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conversation. Show all posts

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Someone Up There is Very Happy for Them!



His eyes fluttered open as the sun rays welcomed him through the window. He wondered if they had left the curtain open. Half asleep he tried to see why the sun was shining right in his eyes. After fully opening his eyes, he realized that the curtains were drawn but a mischievous corner was letting the sun rays come in which happened to land right on his face. It was Sunday and he was not waking up so early. So, he got up, cursing underneath his breath he straightened the curtain and came back to bed. It was then when he saw her lying next to him. As always he couldn’t take his gaze off of her and couldn’t help but wonder how anyone could be as beautiful as she was and how in the world had such a beautiful woman landed on his bed, not only for one day but for an entire lifetime?!

Someone up there must have been very happy with her.

He grinned at the thought and snuggled with her to take a closer look. As he touched her she tossed in her sleep and like always she set the blanket straight on him putting her hand on his chest.

Her care had never stopped even when she was asleep. How could she know every time he was not in the blanket? He could never answer that question, but then again he could never answer a lot of the questions he had about her, like, how she always figured out that he was in trouble. He used to get her phone calls at the oddest times asking him if everything was ok. She would call him exactly at the time when he needed to talk to someone, but how in the world did she know when she had been miles away from him?

“I just get a bad feeling, honey, I can feel it inside”, was always her answer.

Instinctively, he kissed her forehead and took her in his arms like a little child. Well, that was what she was—a little child. A very spoilt one, for that matter.

She had been the wildest woman he ever met. She had the most outrageous ideas and was never afraid to break the rules. He had not seen a woman so bold and passionate. She was fiery in her attitude and he knew that the passion in her eyes attracted him to her in the first place. Over time, he realized that she had the kindest heart and she loved him deeply. However, he was never able to tame her. He tried for a while but it didn’t happen. She was not meant to be tamed. She was the go-getter and no one could stop her. He learned to live with it. But, he loved her with all his heart, and he loved her for her passion, for her love of life, for her wildness. She showed him a whole different world—her world. Her beautiful world that he had become a part of. He had never regretted anything about his life. He knew she was the one when he had proposed her and he knew she was his destiny the day they got married.

In each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.

She understood him. She understood him more than anyone else and the realization made him want to break down and cry. Just how many people could say this years after their marriage? Both of them had been really lucky. He knew he was just… blessed.

He tilted his head and looked at her again. She was peaceful with her lips almost curling up in a smile, her ravishing long hair covering half of her face. Anyone seeing her angelic face peacefully sleeping could have never guessed that the night before in her pajamas, she was dancing hysterically on some random hip hop beats. She was laughing and dancing all over him.

“I want to parttttyyyy”, she said with her arms in the air.

“Sweety, I have told you, you can go out with your friends on weekends”, he had said without taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

“No, not that kind of party”, she replied making a face. “I want to party with you, just the two of us, you know”. She put her head on his lap distracting him from his reading.

“You are soo boring Mr.’, she complained snatching the book from him.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to kiss me”, she said seriously.

She has always been bold like that.

Only a woman can make a man come to his knees and leave him breathless.

For him that woman has been her. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Now what???"

“If you think this is so easy, you are oh-so wrong! You want it, you have to come and get it,” she said grinning and ran off the bed.

The next half hour was spent chasing her throughout the house and he had only been able to catch her after she was tired of running and gave in to him, and that was how they both landed on the bed where she was still sleeping.

She just had too much energy, like a little kid who would only sleep when he is utterly exhausted. She was a full time job for him.

His mind fully awake then, he decided there was no point in lying down on the bed. He was awake and it was time for him to wake her up too. He decided the same tactic he used every time—kiss her lips. She didn’t wake up but he could see a little smile curling her lips.
He brushed her hair with his hands. Touched her eyes lightly with his fingers, whispered in her ears asking her to wake up but she didn’t move. However her face expression clearly told him that she didn’t want to wake up just yet. He tossed her body straight in an attempt to wake her up. After some more teasing here and there, he was still unable to get her attention. Finally he gave up and said loudly.

“Hey woman, wake up, your man needs breakfast.”

“He can go and make himself some,’ was the grumpy reply.

“You know I am not going to cook, after all these years you should know that.”

“ummmm…. Nooo.. mee sleepy…. You sleepy”, she groaned never opening her eyes.

“Ok I am getting up then and leaving you alone in the bed,” he knew she hated when he would leave her sleeping like that.

“No”, was a simple reply.

“Oh yeah? Well I am outta here.”

He decided to get up when she pulled herself on top of him, snuggling her head in his neck.

“Who is getting up now?”

He was going to have her way this time too and he knew that. Besides, her touch was so addicting, he didn’t feel like letting go.

Giving up, he wrapped his arms around her;

this time surely someone up there was very happy with him.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

whats the word???!!!???...



There is something comforting about talking to you before going to bed at night. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I know there is something different about the whole ritual. Something feels right when I blab about absolutely nothing at all with my eyes half closed. May be it is the combination of a tired body and a sleepy mind but it does feel kind of… umm…

what’s the word?

I can’t find a word!

Perhaps it’s because the body heat keeps me warm or maybe it is the way you brush my hair with your fingers that put me in an almost….

again, what’s the word???!!??

Why is it that you are "almost always" sleepy??? ( :P ) but i am wide awake while we are talking???

May be you are just lazy. Or too comfortable.

I like talking to you. I like struggling for words while my mind drifts into slumber. I like having the feeling that when I wake up in the morning you will be with me. I think it is the confidence of knowing and believing that keeps me satisfied and sends me peacefully to the dream world every night.

It’s just that magical feeling.

Again, I can’t put my finger on it… but you know the feeling I am talking about,

right?

:)



-omi

Monday, January 17, 2011

Kiss... A different one..


"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

It was one of those usual walks in the park after work. It used to be nice to go to the park before dinner after a long day of work. Just walk and talk.

They used to be in this awful (yet awesome!) habit of debating just about anything. They had the interesting habit of dissecting ever issue with reason and logic—starting from the bigger world, bringing it down to individual level and then applying it to our own lives—was our favorite pastime. That night, the topic was romance.

"What the hell is a whisper-kiss, anyway?" She finally asked.

“Oh come on, you can’t be asking me this, you are supposed to be the romantic one here,” he replied.

She really don’t know what a whisper kiss is and it doesn’t sound very intriguing.

"I like the passionate kisses," he laughed out loud.

She joined in, "Yeah... THAT I know…"

They both laughed as the memories came back.

"No seriously... I really don’t know..." she insisted again.

He looked at her for a moment before slowly rising up from the park bench where they sat. He positioned himself so as to eclipse the sun on her back, and leaned his head and hovered it an inch from her neck, hanging above her shoulder blades.

Then, carefully, and ever so smoothly he pushed his cheek muscles forward so that they in turn pursed his lips. Gracefully, and ever so softly he grazed her neck, with his pursed lips and planted with great precision the tinniest quiver of a kiss, like the lightest spore wisp of a dandelion that ever did grace a lover's collar.
Her cheeks released his lips which fell back to a smirk.

"A whisper-kiss, my dear, is a kiss so softly planted, so perfectly executed, that it can scarcely be called a kiss at all. A kiss so quaint the senses confuse touch with sound,” he said quietly. "And thus the phrase ‘All prayers are whisper-kisses to the sun'."

So.. Now on... I don’t think of kisses the same way anymore.

-omi

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Silly Girl...


“In a year’s time, would you look at me the same way you look at me now?” she asked him one day as his gaze adored her.

Silly Girl, he thought to himself.

At the time, he had comforting statements for her immediate relief. He had words which to him seemed so meaningless— so not worthy of how he actually felt— yet he gave them a try. She seemed so convinced there for a moment, like a little kid who is briefly diverted with a candy.

“If we ever part, it will break my heart,” she mentioned at another occasion.

He gave it another try with the words – the stupid words that undermine every emotion. There were better ways to explain it to her. There was a better way to tell her about the painful, undeniable love that kicks his better judgment into a bottomless canyon. The kind, that makes him want to sing her cheesy love songs, feed her with his hands, to help her fall asleep in his arms, to make her laugh, to let her pick our Friday night movies, even the ones he hates… and to kiss her endlessly.

They say a woman’s imagination runs wild. It travels from admiration to love and from love to matrimony in a moment.

She is a woman. How would she know that he has already danced with her in the clouds, savored every nook and corner of her face in his memory, sat down for hours and did nothing but thought about her? How would she know that his heart literally screams when he sees her sad face? How can she see that he feels her presence around him all the time even in the busiest times of the day? That his love has become a constant sensation which nothing has been able to interrupt and it only alternates between absolute and tender devotion to acute agony throughout the day.

She wouldn’t understand. She thinks that he will forget her in a years’ time…

Silly Girl!


-omi

Monday, January 3, 2011

Another Conversation...

When he talked the whole world stopped.

Please picture the following conversation:

"Sorry, what did you say? Say it again?" she picked up a pencil from the desk she was sitting at to write it down.

"I said that.... wait, you are writing this, arent you?" He said with a smile.

"Nooo, I am not writing this... why would write it," she tried to lie.

"You are sooo writing this down... oh, you are going to write what I said."

"No, I am just....,"

"Oh, you are soo cute... aww... I love you," he was laughing that surprised and happy laugh.

"How the heck do you know?" she said while dropping the pencil back on the desk. She had no choice but to give in.

"I could tell,"

"How? Is it because I asked you to repeat it?"

"No, it was just a hunch....may be "vibes" you can say!! And you know about my "vibes".. and now don't roll your eyes.. But you are writing it down.. aww, you are so adorable,"

"achha bas karo.." She said, feeling a little better that he couldn't see her blush.
(Alright enough)

"hahaha.... jee jee. So, when is this 'quote' going to show up in your diary..." he questioned.

"Ab ap itney bhi special nahi hain..." She replied.
(you are not that special)

"Special toh main hoon," he said seriously.
(That I am)

"And why do you think that?"

I don't think it, I see it," he replied seriously.

"Where?"

"If you look at your blushed face right now in the mirror, you will see it too," he replied in all seriousness.

"Duuudeeeee.... we are on the freaking phone! how the heck......" She was totally baffled by this point.

"haha... you are not as good at hiding or faking it, my dear. And that is one of the best things about you..." he replied.

"Ergh, I hate you," She said quietly.

"jee... ma'am, I love you too," he replied with a smile.


oh how much I love such everyday conversations!


-omi