The
Day 1
Packing-
done
Uniform-
crisp
Mind-restless
Heart-skipping
beats
Day- gloomy
The only thing in her mind/heart/soul- two months into
marriage and he’ll be gone for two weeks or so. Hell, no! She wasn’t prepared. She didn’t want him to go. But then she thought it’s just a matter of two weeks. The
moment she saw him off standing at the door, of their still to be set-up house in
an alien town, with her eyes doing a good job in holding back the tiny little droplets
of salty water and her feet still managing to bear 56.5 (okay, 57 kgs) of her weight, she couldn’t help but clasp her teeth tightly so as to not show him her grumpy morning face oozing sadness.
He left. She came inside, not able to withhold the emotions.
But for every emotion, there is a Cadbury chocolate and…a good amount of sleep.
She woke up feeling energetic and with that level of energy, she started doing up the house. It looked clean, she thought to herself! She was happy, thinking
how happy her hubby would be seeing the house in a good condition. Finally!
Note- They had just shifted there. Shh don’t judge!
Day 1 ended with feeling low to feeling over energetic and
falling asleep like a tired dog.
Before she went to the bed again at night, she developed a kind of guilt-happiness as she didn’t have to set
an alarm the next day. Hello late mornings!
State of mind- It is going to be okay.
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