Of Happiness
Sunshine in her hair… golden glow of the morning, unsettles him. It just doesn’t seem fair that some one be so delicate, so beautiful. He tries to look into the newspaper once again as she heads towards the kitchen. She knows he watches from behind the fine print. He knows she knows.
The air smells of the morning chores, the simmering milk and the phenyl in the mopping bucket. He likes the comfort of having her so near him. Of knowing that he just has to reach out with his hand to touch the soft warm flesh of the beauty that embodies his house.
The warm tea, ready for him, waiting to be devoured. The blinds neatly folded, letting the sunshine filter into the threshold. The myriad smells of a happy household of chores. The hope of a quite evening resting by her perfumed hair.
Was this not all he ever wanted? And then he thinks of the thousands of silent promises that he made to her and himself every morning… every night. He thinks of the thousand wishes and desires that she stirred in him.
He brought the cup of tea to his lips and finally folded the newspaper to have a better look at her. Yes. Life with her was perfect… he was now more aware than ever of a happy sensation that ran through his fingers… to his toes…
- Neha
Darpan Dhamija says:
Hats off Neha!!!!! I am your Fan after this…Beautifully written…
i thnk u penned every men’s dream day wid his better half.
just love d way u described everythng.
Luv ya fr dis.
April 9th, 2007 at 08:49 pm