Wo(Men’s) Day Special

Today morning was so special. I got lot of wonderful wishes of women’s day. Everyone was making me feel that women are very important to this world. Women known for sacrifice, patience, love, dedication, commitment and a list of qualities without end. It’s great to know that people understand these things and give respect to women's contribution. So, as it was my day, I had my list of gifts ready 😊😊. I was just trying to help Mufti in selection. I know it’s my day but I don’t like to give trouble to someone ...not my style 😉😉. What did you buy for me? I asked Mufti-

‘You just gave me a list. I will get all by evening,’ he said.

‘Ya but this is my list. What did you buy your own for me? I asked.

‘Hmmm…I saw you were making list yesterday. That's why I didn’t buy anything. You even don’t like things of my choice,’ he said.

‘That’s not true,’ I said.

‘Okay…recall that bag which I bought for your birthday gift,’ he said.

‘Ya but that was dull brown colour and I like bright colours. Apart from that I always like your gifts,’ I said.

‘And that pendant? …our anniversary gift?’ he said.

‘That was so …which pendant? I don’t remember,’ I said.

‘Great, you even don’t remember. Okay, what about the nail paint combo?’ he asked.

‘That because I had same colours…,’I said and smiled.

‘Hmmm, so now we are on same point,’ he said.

‘Okay, I agree but I like surprises. Today is women’s day and there is no surprise for me,’ I said.

‘Don’t be upset sweetie, we will go for shopping and complete your whole wish list then we will go for candle light dinner and then we will go for a long drive. I will make your day special,’

‘Wow …that’s like my boy. That’s why I married you. You know my choices very well,’ I said.

‘Really?’ he said.                                               

‘I mean…except few things,’ I said.

‘Okay lady, I got your point. But this is so unfair. There is a special day for women but what about men? he asked.

‘Hmmm, you also want a gift? I asked.

‘No, I mean there is no special day for men. Anyways, I guess there is uncountable list of our achievements which cannot be appreciated in one day…. Hehehe,’ he said.

‘Oh, so you think that women’s achievement can be count in only one day. Now these are actually not fair words …I am not going anywhere with you,’ I said.

‘Oho, I was just kidding. Don’t spoil your mood,’ he said.

‘Okay, if you say so,’ I said.

‘Let’s get ready and don’t take much time otherwise we have to skip shopping plan,’ he said.

‘No, we can’t skip shopping. I have already made plans of my new dress, matching bellies, jewellery, clutch purse. I have also select the place where we will go and I wear all these,’ I said.

‘Oh my god, save me,’ he said.

‘Hmmm...I heard that,’ I said.

We went to market for shopping, dinner and for a long drive. It was wonderful day. Specially my shopping 😊😊 but Mufti was roaming and waiting for the final list or I guess for final bill.

That day gone but left a question asked by Mufti. Is there any special day to celebrate in honour of men? Do we respect men’s contributions also? So, with these questions again I took help my friend, google and come to know about a date 19^th November as Men’s day. There are countries who celebrate this as the same way as women’s day. But I didn’t find the same trend around me. I am not underestimating women’s problems. I am aware and understand all the difficulties women face especially in Asian countries. All challenges they face even in getting basic rights and I am with them in their fight. But on the other hand, there are men who also understand these problems, who started support women in each aspect of life. There are successful women and their success comes because of supporting backbones of their men. In spite of the narrow-thinking environment and unfair culture with they born and brought up, they are understanding the importance of women and giving their support. I am against of men who don’t consider women equal to them but I also think we should thank to men who are with us in this fight and helping us to create a beautiful world which is equal and fearless to everyone. There won’t be any difference.

So, I just want to say ‘Let’s thank to those wonderful men who struggle every day for their family, men who are fighting for their wives, sisters and daughters. If we start this culture and encourage them as a role model. May be our coming generations get a different world. That day we won’t need to celebrate any single day because every day will be special and everyone will be happy. Let’s come ahead, give your support in creating a wonderful world.

Don’t forget the date 19^th November. Send 100 times more wishes to men around you, make them feel special, appreciate their efforts and show our women power.

😊

I am getting old

Yesterday I went in deep depression when I found a white hair on the floor. Many thoughts ran through my mind and I went into a thought of having a lot of white hair and a heavy hair fall.  I got scared of getting old. With my dear friend Google, I found out the things people get to when they get old and I had a big list to look at which made me feel scarier…

Asthma.... Diabetes... Vision Loss.... Hearing Loss…. Arthritis.... The list went on…

After reading the list, I was bit relaxed as I did not have any of the above sickness and I was out of the boundary of old age but till that time I understood one thing very clearly “Precaution is better than cure” Right?

I had to attend my friend Rihan’s birthday party. So, I got ready for the party. I wore my pretty yellow gown and simple flat footwear. Suddenly, Mufti came and said -

‘Going to Rihan’s birthday party? Why don’t you wear the red heels?... it will rock with this dress. Isn’t this dress too long? … Hahaha...’

‘Really? am I looking horrible? I asked, ‘It’s material is so soft’.

‘No… you are looking pretty but this going to be a dance party I guess. Gown? Hmmm…. not bad actually,’ he said.    

‘Mufti should I wear a long Shrug? It’s so cold outside,’ I asked.

‘A long shrug? But you are going to a party… how you are going to dance?’ he asked.

‘Dance? But I cannot dance. If I fall and get hurt. It will take a lot of time to recover in this age,’ I said.

‘Ahhh… this age? what do you mean by this age? he asked.

‘Hmmm…. I mean we are not kids anymore. We should take care of our health,’ I said.

‘Okay… whatever you feel,’ he said.

After a while My friend, Veenu came to pick me up and half an hour later we reached to the venue.Venue was decorated so beautifully and everyone was in a full mood of enjoyment. We met Rihan and wished him. All were in fancy dresses except me. But they don’t know the benefits of soft material gown and shrug will safe me from cold. Rihan came to me and offered a drink.

‘Here’s your vodka lady.’

‘Vodka?’ but?’ I said.

‘You always start with vodka, right? Do you want me to get some other drink for you wine or beer? he asked.

‘Hmmm… actually I am not feeling to have alcohol today. Can I have some orange juice?’ I said.

‘Orange Juice? Are you sure? he asked.

‘Yes… I am sure,’ I said.

‘Okay… I’ll get it for you. But you are behaving bit weirdly,’ he said.

‘Actually Rihan, you also should not drink alcohol. I read somewhere it’s a slow poison. It causes many health issues. I have better idea, we shouldn’t keep alcohol in our coming parties. We should keep only health drinks,’ I said.

‘Ahhh…ya…. you are right …. I’ll get juice for you’ he said.

He looked at me as I was talking something non-sense. Anyways it will take time for him to understand my intelligence. After some time, Veenu came and asked me for a dance. I went with her and started to dance but suddenly I felt I should not dance thinking it can cause some injury or a sprain.

‘Veenu, I am going back to take a seat. I don’t feel like dancing,’ I said.

‘Okay… chill,’ she said.

I knew it I am doing right but I don’t know why I was not feeling good. I was feeling some kind of suffocation. I think I needed some time to adapt all these habits.I went back to home. Mufti was waiting for me.

‘Hey sweetie, you came so early,’ he said.

‘Its 10 pm so I thought… we should sleep early,’ I said.

‘Suhana, has anything happened to you? Do you want to talk?’ he said.

‘No… Why are you asking this? I asked.

‘You are not behaving normally,’ he said.

‘Hmmm… seriously? I am also feeling something different,’ I said.

‘Is anything going in your mind,’ he asked.

I told him everything about the list, my valuable search and their benefits. He didn’t say a single word about it. I changed and went to living room. Mufti was playing video game on the TV.

‘Baby, do you want to play 😉?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I said.

‘I was talking about the video game 😊😊,’ he said.

‘Hehe…. I was also talking about the video game,’ I said.

‘Sure… one game? he asked again.

‘Okay… if you say so,’ I said.

‘Okay… Which game you like to play? … Mario? 😉😉😉,’ he said.

‘Hehehe… don’t underestimate me… I always win since childhood,’ I said.

‘Ohk… which game?’ he asked.

‘Do you have karate or deer hunting or tennis?’ I asked.

‘Hmmm…. Let’s go for cricket …,’he said.

‘Bet... I am going to win,’ I said.

‘Let’s see… who is going to win… first let’s start…. do you know how to operate remote?’ he said.

‘You just wait and watch…,’I said.

We started playing and in between I wore my glasses.Mufti saw and asked ‘Why did you wear glasses … all okay?’ he said.

‘Yes… I am totally fine... I am just taking precautions. I have to survive around fifty years more I guess with these eyes… so I thought I should be careful while watching TV or playing video game,’ I said.

‘Okay,’ he said.

‘I have bought two glasses. One for you… take it,’ I said.

‘Ahhh… I will wear it from tomorrow,’ he said.

He made me feel that I am behaving weird… not sure why? Smart people always get underestimated at an initial stage. Once they proved correct then only people follow them… no worries… it’s too late to sleep… not good for health.

‘I am going to bed…,’ I said.

‘It’s just 11 pm. Please play for half an hour more then you go to sleep,’ he said.

‘No… actually you should also sleep. Please switch off the game,’ I said.

‘No please… just one more stage,’ he said.

He was fully focused on the game… as ball came towards his bat… Screen turned into black.

‘What happened?’ he asked.

‘Hehe… switched off. Come with me, it’s too late. Wait, first brush your teeth then you should go to bed,’ I said.

‘Now, Brush? Why now? Anyways I am going to do it tomorrow morning. So, it doesn’t make any difference. Who is going to see my teeth while sleeping,’ he said.

‘No, go and brush your teeth… This would avoid number of dental problems,’ I said.

He didn’t like that and reluctantly he went to bathroom. I was also feeling that I was forcing him but I was thinking for his healthy teeth only. After few minutes, he came and said-

‘Suhana…I think you are right. We should change our habits and we should focus on our health then only we would be able to survive smoothly in old age.’

‘Correct… Now you got my point,’ I said.

‘Actually, I have few more ideas,’ he said.

‘Really? tell me what’s that?’ I said.

‘Today's onward, we will not have junk food like burger, pizza, noodles etc... We will have only simple food at home like dal, rice, green vegetables,’ he said.

‘Only green vegetables?’ I said.

‘Ya…. and we will not go to movie theater to watch movies,’ he said.

‘Why? I asked.

‘If we go to movie theater then you might feel to have popcorn with cheese which is not good for health, right?’ he said.

‘Right… but no movies and no popcorn,’ I said.

‘Yes… and we should change our outfits style also. Like today, you wore long soft material dress with shrug for healthy skin. I must say you are very intelligent,’ he said.

After listening these words, I felt bit relaxed and nice but something was going on wrong I guess.

Mufti continued ‘Now onwards, you wear only long soft material dresses. Its means no short dresses, no tops with shining stars, no leather jacket, no denim jeans and you also should take care while wearing make-up. You should wear very light make-up like no red, not purple, no orange lipsticks… just very light colors. Even more better, you should stop wearing make-up. Lipstick and eyeliner have chemicals and it can harm your soft lips and pretty eyes… no...no make-up from now. And more important jewellery. It can cause rashes on your skin. So, from now you are not going to wear any jewellery.

‘Ohh…. no denim jeans, no red lipstick and no jewellery but Mufti, I can wear them once in a while, right?’ I asked.

‘No baby, you should not take risk. Otherwise you won’t look good in old age,’ he said.

‘But I have full treasure of clothes, make-up and jewellery, what should I do with all of these?’ I asked.

‘Don’t worry, we will give them to someone,’ he said.

‘Whom?’ I asked.

‘Let me think…you can give few of them to my cousins, your cousins or I have few good female friends, you can give them or you can them to Meenakshi,’ he said,

‘Who is Meenakshi?’ I asked.

‘Our maid’s daughter,’ he said.

‘What?’ I was shocked.

‘How can I give my stuff to her? They are so expensive,’ I said.

‘But your health is more important honey,’ he said.

After this long list of future owners of my treasure, we went to sleep. Mufti slept in few minutes but I was feeling very uneasy but somehow, I forced myself to sleep.

And I saw something very horrible, Meenakshi wearing my sexy red dress and Mufti was giving her my whole jewellery box and then I saw myself wearing light crème dull color dress. Then sudden Mufti’s cousin Neelu came to my house. Neelu and Meenakshi both were distributing my stuffs and fighting for my leather jacket and denim jeans which I bought from New York. I was stopping them but both were not listening to me and they tore my jeans in two pieces. And as they both looked at my jacket I shouted- stoooooooooooooop. Don’t touch my jacket. Mufti please stop them and sudden I heard a voice “Suhana, what happened.? Why are you shouting?”

‘Meenakshi… Neelu tore my jeans,’ I said.

‘When? No one is there,’ he said.

‘Hhhh…. but they were here only,’ I said.

‘You must have seen them in your dream,’ he said.

‘Dream… Oh my God. Was it a dream? It’s was like a real one but why did I see them in my dream… What am I dreaming? Why it comes to that level,’ I said.

‘You must be thinking about them before sleeping,’ he said.

‘No… I was not thinking about them. You were talking about them. You wanted to give my all new branded stuff to Meenakshi and Neelu. It all happened because of you,’ I said.

‘No mam… it all happened because of your granny type thinking…. this not good for health, wear glasses, brush your teeth... you were driving me crazy,’ he said,

‘So that doesn’t mean you give my all stuff to Meenakshi… You could talk to me,’ I said.

‘I tried but you were not ready to listen…. So, I thought to target your weakness, your treasure and I was sure this will work,’ he said and started laughing.

‘You are very bad… you always do this,’ I said.

‘So, shall I call to Neelu?’ he said,

‘No… don’t touch my stuff. I am not giving anything to them. All going to stay with me and I am going to wear all. Doesn’t matter how will I look in seventy years age. I don’t want to feel oldies before that age comes. I can’t spoil my present to safe the future. I will live today first and fulfill my all wishes. So, get ready quickly,’ I said.

‘Where are we going?’ he asked.

‘We are going for shopping tomorrow… you have to buy me a new jeans 😊now it’s my turn… Hahaha,’ I said.

‘Oh shit, I again made a wrong choice… It said correctly “Don't cut off your nose to spite your face”,’ he said.

‘Hahaha… I am too good. Don’t mess up with me next time,’ I said.

‘But Suhana… what are you thinking about these heels,’ he said.

‘I’ll kill you... give it back to me. I am not going to give this your Meeeeeeeeenakshi.’

And he ran with my heels and I try to caught him to get back my heels safely. So, moral of the story all is well if ends well. We should not worry too much about our future and live the present happily. Moreover, I am still rich with all my treasure 😉😉

Wait this is not the end, still the end is about to come. It actually ended with a shock when I came to know my maid is having a hair fall problem.

😮

Mufti’s Affair

Hello friends…...today was so busy and hectic day in office. I hired a cab and left for home. I was waiting for the traffic to clear. Suddenly I saw a couple enjoying rainy session on a bike and they were looking very happy. They were not bothered about the traffic and the rain. They must be college students because mature people never like to do this. As we feel few drops of rain we open our umbrella and save ourselves like mature and smart people. Do you think I am making any sense? I mean when I was seeing that couple. I was dying to get out of the cab, wanted to drench myself and dance like happens in movies. I was missing college days……. wow… those days were full of life…wonderful days…. Hold on…. before your minds start working and imagine my romantic story with some tall, handsome, and macho man…. wow…. Like it happens in movies…. 😉😉. Let’s think for a second. We feel so good when we think about those good moments we had spent with our ex-partner. Sometime we relive those memories by travelling to past in our imaginations. But when it comes about ex-partner of your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend…. things actually change… How? Let’s ask Suhana.

Hi Guys… Suhana here…... Actually, it’s not a big issue especially now days… We are living in 21^st century.  I don’t have any issue if Mufti had an affair before our marriage. After all it was before we met… I mean how would he knew that we are going to marry. So, I am totally cool with his past. I had a boyfriend named Arjun in college days and I told everything to Mufti about him. We both are very understanding and mature so we don’t have any issue on this. Right Mufti?

‘Ya of course. We are not kids who are going to fight on such small issue.’ Mufti said.

‘I knew it… you think the same way. I am very proud of you. You are very sensible and mature I must say…. I love you baby,’ I said.

‘Love you too… but you are appreciating me unnecessary,’ he said.

‘You are very modest,’ I said.

‘Ohh no… I am not that much good as you are,’ he said.

‘Really… How?’ I said.

‘I mean normally wives become judgemental about their husband’s past but you don’t fight on such issues,’ he said.

‘Ohh c’mon, I am a very practical woman… I understand human feelings and emotions,’ I said.

‘Great… that’s what I like about you,’ he said.

‘You never said anything about Arjun so why would I have any issue about your past,’ I said.

‘Yaaaa… Who is Arjun?’ he asked.

‘Arjun….,’ I said.

‘Who is Arjun?’ he asked again.

‘Oho… My ex-boyfriend. I told you about him when we were dating,’ I said.

‘Ya right, I remember but that time you were in collage. You were kid those days I guess,’ He said.

‘Kid... Hahahaa…. but I am surprised you even forgot his name… very impressive,’ I said.

‘Ohh... that’s really nice of you. You yourself never asked about Mayra so why would I say anything,’ He said.

‘Mayra? Who is she?’ I asked.

‘Mayra, my ex-girlfriend. Now please don’t say you also don’t remember her name,’ he said.

‘Hmmm… no I am not saying that. She was in your college, right?’ I said.

‘College? No, she was Aarti not Mayra,’ he said.

‘Aarti?’ I asked.

‘What happened to you? Why are you so surprised? I told you about Aarti long time back,’ he said.

‘Ahhh…. no, I am not surprised. How is she?’ I asked him.

‘Who? Aarti got married and moved to France,’ he said.

‘Okay, and other girl? Where is she?’ I asked.

‘Are you okay? She works with me in my office,’ he said.

‘She works with you? Okay,’ I said.

‘Ya baby…. now we are only good friends… nothing else,’ He said.

‘But I am not thinking otherwise… she was your past and I am your present… so where and when did you met her? I mean how did you guys…. like?’ I asked.

‘It’s seems you lost your memory… never mind. I will tell you again. We met in an office conference in Vegas. She was looking so beautiful that I couldn’t able to take my eyes off from her. One of our mutual friends introduced us. We were together in Vegas whole week. We used to go for drink. Most of the evenings we spent in Casinos and bars. Evenings in Vegas are so rocking… fun loving crowd…. hot chicks.

‘Hot chicks… Ohh…... wow that’s sound so fun,’ I said.

‘Everyone was like full of life… no boundaries…. late night sips of vodka or I should say early morning drinks… wonderful days… I really miss that time,’ he said.

‘And her?’ I asked.

‘Who? Mayra… She was so cool and very hot I must say… you know… we both used to see strip dance. One day she was so drunk that she went to dance floor and started dance. And she put off her jacket. Before situation got out of the control somehow, I took her from there. It was bit weird situation and I was bit embarrassed,’ he said.

‘Why were you embarrassed?’ I asked.

‘She was with me… so everyone was seeing us as couple,’ he replied.

‘Then?’ I said.

‘Nothing… I took her to room,’ he said.

‘Which room?’ I asked.

‘Room means resort’s room, ’he said.

‘Ya but whose room… yours? Or hers?’ I asked.

‘Mine… of course,’ he said.

‘Why? She had her own room… then why your room?’ I asked.

‘Why are you asking this. I mean we started dating so that was obvious,’ he said.

‘Then?’ I asked.

‘Then… what? We had rest and next day.’ he said.

‘Rest… ohhhhk….,’ I said.

‘Ya… What are you thinking?’ he asked.

‘Nothing… I have to cook for dinner,’ I said.

And I went to the kitchen. I was not feeling comfortable with that conversation. That’s fine Mayra was his past but still they were living in one room and went to see strip dance. It means they were very close. Whole night multiple thoughts were roaming in my mind and I wasn’t able to sleep properly. I have never done such things... how can he? …. whole night went this way. Next day morning, I woke up, had tea, and went to balcony. I was trying to feel normal but still something was there inside me… like a storm as someone has cheated me, as my world has vanished. I am not Mufti’s first love. I am not the first girl who came close to Mufti. These things were killing me and I started to cry.

‘What happened?’ Mufti asked.

‘Nothing, ‘I said.

‘Then why are you crying?’ he asked again.

‘I told you… nothing is there,’ I said.

‘Please tell me. Are you not well?’ he said.

‘How can I be well?’ I said.

‘But why? Tell me,’ he insisted.

‘First of all, I don’t know anything about your ex Mayra. You never told me about her. You should tell me about her before marriage. You were very close to her. You both were together in Vegas. I thought I am the first girl in your life. I thought I am the first girl to whom you said that three magic words but I am not the first one. I am second or may be third. I don’t know even my number. How can you spend nights with a girl… when you even don’t know her properly…? I am feeling like I even don’t know you who you are exactly. You hid all these things. You broke my trust,’ I said.

‘But that all was before we met,’ he said.

‘Really? It doesn’t mean you can do anything before marriage. It’s very convenient to do all wrong things and then clear all sins by saying it was before marriage. It is like you do murder and after 2 years you are saying now I am not murderer because I murdered someone but that was 2 year ago, ‘I said.

‘Murder? She was just…. I was not even serious about her. Now I love you only honey,’ he said.

‘These words are making me angrier. You both were very close to each other and you were not in love with her, Really? Its sound so weird… Don’t you think? I thought you are different but you are also like other men. After all this, I don’t think it will work between us,’ I said.

‘Hahahaa…. Oh, my God!!! …You are seriously an idiot,’ he said.

‘What do you mean by that? And why are you laughing? What so funny in this?’ I asked him.

But he was continuously laughing which was irritating me more.

‘Stop laughing… I am hurt and you are…. impossible. I am leaving this house now, ’I said.

‘Wait wait I am laughing because I was lying with you. I don’t know any Mayra and you took everything so deep and seriously,’ he said.

‘You were lying? Why? Why did you do that? I asked him.

‘Hmmmm…. You said you don’t have problem with my past…you were being so frank and wanted to know about my past. I didn’t have anything interesting story to tell you. So, I created one and I wanted to know how much you can accept. But I found an idiot and an emotional Wife…. Hahahaa, ’he said.

‘I’ll kill you….I cried a lot and couldn’t sleep whole night…I am not going to talk to you,‘I said.

‘I am sorry but I wanted to know actually if it doesn’t matter to you that I would have such past but you disappointed me wifee,’ he said.

‘Hmmm…. don’t even think to do anything like this otherwise I’ll kill you,’I said.

‘Okay… I am sorry,’ he said.

‘I have to go somewhere but I am very tired,’ I said.

‘Where?’ he asked.

‘Actually, Arjun invited me for lunch. What should I wear? black silk gown or may be pink… you suggest please,’ I said.

‘You are going with Arjun? Why? Why he wants to meet you? I thought he was your ex?’ He asked.

And finally, I opened my cards… I am not going to answer these questions. Now it’s my turn hubby. These feeling are normal between a couple the same way as falling for someone and getting attracted to someone. If you are alive it is going to happen. It doesn’t matter at what stage you are. It doesn’t matter about your status. All matter is what kind of person you are and how you deal with such lovely feelings. It’s obvious to feel possessive and emotional about your partner. So, don’t get angry for this with your partner. But if your partner stop feeling jealous and possessive for you then it’s time to worry boss. Don’t judge yourself and your partner for small things and don’t try to behave very practical as I tried and failed 😊😊

‘Suhana? are you seriously going,’? Mufti said.

“Actually…It’s not a bad idea …. Maybe you will come to know some deep secrets of your partner,” 😉😉😉

Mufti and Suhana

After spending two months among doctors and nurses in clinics, having heavy dosages of medicines, crying in severe pain while those number of syringes were pinching my nerves for number of days and left designs like red-black tattoo on my hands. These two months were horrible for me which took me in another world. As I started to recover and when I started to feel that I was back in this real world I actually lived mornings, evenings, heard beautiful songs of beautiful birds and enjoyed cool breezes. After seeing of clouds flourishing rains for hours from my balcony and enjoying number of cups of tea. I felt as God gave me a break to live fully which I forgot while running among crowd which used to remind me only speed of the time. After all this, the first thing I felt to do was writing. I started to write and it came out in a short story ...so thought to share with you all my friends…Hope you will like it.

Mufti and Suhana married 2 years ago. They lived in Hyderabad and both worked for an IT company. After spending more than ten hours in office and two to three hours in travel daily they hardly used to get few   hours of sleep. Their life was leading by clock... tick tock tick tock. Its 9 am office time... 11 am meeting time ... 10 pm finally home time and sudden a mail come please complete this task by EOD. Let me introduce Suhana to you. She will be your host for rest of the story…and I will take more rest  😉😉😉

Hi ...I am Suhana... sometimes I even don’t get time for a small tea break while working in office... yeah but that's true. IT industry look very attractive but like other industries it also has its pros and cons. Me and Mufti met during an interview. It was our first interview... he got selected but I was not able to clear the technical round. Around a month later I got a job in Azon technology. 

We became good friends or I should say more than friends. We used to spend lots of time together sometimes enjoying dinner in restaurant, sometimes having walk near the beach, enjoying movies and sometimes used to knock the chance😜😜😜. We were very comfortable with each other.  Like every couple, we started to believe that we are different from other couples…very special …more understanding, more caring, mature enough to handle all situations and were very confident that nothing going to change between us. After 3 years of relation, we got married with all rituals and family blessings.

In starting, everything went as expected. Our relationship didn't change even in difficult situations. But time had to change like always…no one can control it. We always tried to spend time together but problem was we couldn't get enough time. In starting, we thought we won't allow situations to ruin our relationship...yes, the spirit was high like all couples😊😊😊. But with time our efforts also went in vain. Misunderstanding, loneliness... mechanic life won and we also came at the same stage … like others. Our relationship also started to lose its spark and became very dull. 

One day I called Mufti - ‘Mufti ... today is Friday so can we go for dinner?’

‘Today … I won’t be able to make it honey. I have meetings till 10 pm,’ he answered.

 ‘No problem… I understand,’ I said.

This used to happen mostly. If I had time he couldn't get time and sometimes I used to get stuck with work when he was available. We started to blame each other and fought with each other. We both wanted to reignite the spark in our relationship but our situations were not in our favor. We started to feel our marriage is not working any more.

One day while leaving office I slipped on wet floor, banged to a wall, and fell on the floor. I felt severe pain in my right hand. I was screaming because of pain. I was not able to stand myself. Thanks to Rijhvi, my colleague he helped me. He took me to the nearest clinic and then dropped me at home. In between he called Mufti.

‘Is it Mufti’?

‘Yes, speaking …who is this?' Mufti said.

'I am Rijhvi ...Suhana's colleague. Unfortunately, she met an accident. She got an injury on his right hand,' he said.

'What? Accident? How? Is she fine? ' Mufti asked.

'Yes, she is fine... don't worry,' he said.

'Okay, where is she?' Mufti asked.

'She is with me. I am dropping her at your home. Come early if you can,' he said.

'Okay, I am leaving now,’ Mufti said.

He reached home after half an hour.

'Hey, how are you feeling now?' he asked me.

'I am fine now …it's just a minor fracture. Doctor said I'll be fine in few days,’ I replied.

'Thank God, how did it happen?' he asked.

'I slipped on wet floor. There was cleaning going on and floor was too wet. Thanks to Rijhvi. He helped me a lot. He took me to a clinic and came here to drop me,' he said.

'Oh... Rijhvi, Thank you so much. I am sorry I even didn't ask you anything. Can I get something for you?', Mufti asked him.

'Oh no… I am fine. You just relax and take care of her. I have a meeting so I need to rush,' he said.

'Thank you once again,' Mufti said.

'I'll try to come to see you again ... you take rest for few days,' he said.

'Thank you for everything bye,' Mufti said.

And then Rijhvi left. I was not feeling good so Mufti asked me to take a nap. I had medicines and went to bed room for rest. After few hours, I woke up. I was feeling bit relaxed. In the evening, he made soup and dinner for me. He was feeding me soup with spoon and cleaning my face like I was a small kid. That day, time stopped we were actually together… no romance …no ding dong… only talking and talking but still I was feeling nice and peaceful as he was with me. That night, due to the pain I was not able to sleep properly. Mufti was sitting near to me holding my hand the whole night. He seemed so worried and kept saying...

‘You will be fine...don’t worry. I am with you.’

Next day, when I woke up. He brushed my teeth. He made tea and breakfast for me. He was taking care of me like a baby. He combed my hair. He made my favorite veg pulao. He was all the time around me taking care of me. He was very concerned about my hand. I had severe pain but somehow, I was liking all this …we were neither on any trip nor at any romantic date but still I felt life became beautiful with a broken hand Hahaha!!!…. this accident brought us close. Whole week we were at home ...sorry sometimes at the clinic but we were together and I was pampered all the time. I always used to think having a good time together means a trip or romantic candle light dinner something specific. But this accident made me realize that good time means being together, spending hours and hours talking with or without any specific topic… it really doesn’t matter whether we are in Hawaii or in a crowded beach of Mumbai. It doesn’t matter whether we are having lavish food at five-star restaurant or eating dal rice made by your spouse at home… important is being together....

😊 😊 Don’t worry we also have option of pizza with cheese crust 😊 😊