The newspaper banged on my door with a thud, waking me up from my slumber. It was already 15 minutes to 7 & time for me to get out of my cozy, warm bed. I love my sleep & waking up early in the morning has always been a daunting task for me, right from the school days. I wish my bed had an inescapable gravitational pull, just like Bermuda triangle, so as to hold me back not letting me leave its clutches. I wish I could hide in its leaps; folded mazes of the bed sheet & the pillow embracing my head till it was dark again.
The radio went off, with its automatic tuning alarm set to 7am. The song that played was a soul lifting peppy number from the latest block buster movie. I sat on my bed yawning & stretching my arms, wanting to reach out to Naina's Photo clung on the wall, & kiss it. First things first, it was time to wake up Naina too from her deep slumber; an accord between the two of us, that I had to wake her up every morning except Saturdays & Sundays. More than for her, I did it for myself, because I loved to hear her muffled voice in the morning. Her cell phone rang, & she picked it after a couple of rings. She answered "Hello", & her voice was very heavy, she still in doze mode. It took a lot of motivation to wake her up, & when she was up & out of her sheets, it was time to wish “Have a Good Day” & hang on.
I was out of my comfort zone on to take on the real world, with the bear cub slippers that Naina, my Girlfriend had gifted me. The slippers made my shoes look like bear feet but they were really comfortable, & soft on the feet. I headed to the Wash room to get ready & there I was up & ready in 30 minutes. I made some fresh juice in the mixer, & light breakfast for my self. It was already 7:45am, & I had to leave for office in other 15 minutes. Today my itinerary was full & had some important meetings to attend to, for which I had to do some pre presentation arrangements & some last minute editing. It was going to be a challenging day at work, & a tough one too.
While having breakfast, I just scanned through the newspaper. I just flipped through a couple of pages checking on the headlines. There was drought in Punjab, because of meager rainfall. The PMO had declared funds for the drought stricken farmers of Punjab. I scanned the weather section of the newspaper, & the MET (Indian Meteorological Department) had issued, that the skies are clear & it is going to be a very hot day. I had put on the best of my attire, as it was an important client meeting & also planned to meet Naina after the heavy, demanding day. Her appearance itself would lift my soul & spirit with just a snap of the finger. She had surely hypnotized me, with happiness, satisfaction & much more.
I was in the office, & started my day with systemizing the clutter on my desk from the previous day. My desk had been empty, with just a few notes, a few months back, when I joined & today there was no space to keep even my cell phone. It had a stockpile of reports that I had created during the last few months. The desk also had a stack of books, a framed picture of me & Naina, hanging on the corner partition. The day had begun, & soon it was an array of scheduled meetings, presentations, brain storming sessions. It was all happening fast leaving me with not even an inch of bandwidth to go & have a sip a coffee or talk to Naina. She tried reaching me on my cell 4-5 times, & I couldn't even message her back. Thank God she knew of my work commitments & was compassionate not to bug me later in the day, unlike most other girl friends. The Client was happy with the prototype that our design team had developed, exactly as per his needs & specifications. He was more than happy but this was only half the battle won. It was unknown how many more consultants he is consulting, so as to get the most desired & robust design for his product. It was a very aggressive cut throat market there. You take a breather & you would be elbowed out in a split second.
I had a gratifying day, & it was time to wind up. It was already 8pm, & already dark. Ohhh !! I had miserably failed to call Naina, So I picked up the phone, & gave her a call. I could sense that she was quite a bit upset with me, for not even having messaged her once. We decided on the meeting spot, & bang it was just near her place. So I was there at 8:30pm sharp, well on time. She was looking wearied & sheared just like me. But now when we sat & started talking to each other, the excitement returned. Both were rejuvenated, forgetting about the day, we were in the present, neither thinking of the past nor planning for tomorrow. By the time the food arrived we were pepped up, laughing, cracking jokes, & discussing the day, but on a lighter note. Naina had some work commitments for the next day to be executed after the dinner, so we decided that we would make it as fast as possible. The dinner was quick & we were about to depart for the day. I wished we could sit back for some more time, even though we had been sitting there already for the past almost 2 hours.
Time just slid by so fast when Naina was around. I held her hand, & was listening to all that she was saying. Somehow I loved being a mute spectator, just reacting to her talks, with gestures on my face, & not interrupting her in between. She could go on & on till the end of times, & I simply Loved her for her simplicity, innocence & blabbering. She would confide in me for everything, & always made me feel so special. Smile endorphins were flowing naturally.
We were almost done, & started to leave the restaurant. She looked much prettier now, than when we met 2 hours back. I never liked this separation between us, & not to mention, bidding bye to her. But today I just wanted to unify with her, with a sense of oneness & belonging to her. As she said goodbye to me, I held her hand, & she sensed my anxiety. She smiled at me, & opened her arms, for me slide in to them. I slid like a kid in her arms. The embrace was so warm & magnetic, that I felt as if I was reincarnated, with a new lease of life. It was a new beginning, for 2 souls to unify & merge into becoming one.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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