November was here and Natasha was
excited. This is the month she looked forward to in the entire year. Both her
anniversary and birthday fell in November. It was time for celebrations, fun,
love – everything that she liked.
This evening, unlike other days, she
was back from work early. A career in marketing was daunting and demanding and
both she and Rahul were engrossed in their careers in two top FMCG companies.
She settled down with a mug of coffee and her iPad on the couch to catch up on
news and her FB timeline. Just as she was scrolling down her timeline she came
across a friend’s post on her first wedding anniversary. The post made Natasha
drift into the times of her own wedding. She had met Rahul in her MBA days and
after a whirlwind romance when he proposed she had immediately said a big
yes. They had lucrative jobs and bright careers ahead – it seemed to be the
best possible thing.
All the college romance memories brought
a little curl at the end of her lips. She opened her wedding album on FB to go
through the photos. She often did it to re-live the wonderful times they had
spent during their wedding. Natasha went through her honeymoon pictures. They
had visited New-Zealand and it was picturesque. She loved going through their
photos snuggling up in a café, fishing by the lakeside. They looked inseparable
in all theirs photos. Remembering the moments alone made her smile.
But was it
all same now?
Natasha drifted back to reality.
When was the last time they went out for a holiday? When was the last time
Rahul had held her hand and said ‘I love you’? When was the last time they just
hopped over to the café, sat close and enjoyed a warm cappuccino? Natasha just couldn't remember! There was a sudden pressure on her mind thinking about it.
Walking up to her dresser she
looked in her eyes in the mirror. Wasn’t she beautiful anymore? Wasn’t Rahul
attracted in her anymore? She knew in her heart he loved her but was that love
fading away with time? Where was that touch of love? They were so soaked in
their jobs that there was little time for love between them. Was that how she
had imagined her life with him?
Never… was the only word that came to her.
Natasha got ready and slipped
into her LBD, she wanted to look perfect tonight. Her soft skin looked bright and supple as she looked at her reflection on the mirror.
She quickly ordered Rahul’s favorite
food from their favourite Thai restaurant. She brought out the fragrant candles
and readied the table for their cozy candle-lit dinner.
Natasha settled down in her couch
waiting for Rahul and surfing through the net. It was 8 already and no sign of
her hubby. She sent an iMessage asking Rahul about his plans for the night to
which he had invariably replied “will be late”.
At first she felt hurt but then
she knew how to get her Rahul back. She sent him a you tube link of a video.
She knew it will work.
Within minutes the messenger
buzzed, ‘Will be back in 20 minutes’, bringing
a smile on her face.
She was determined she will bring
the touch back in their lives – the touch of love, touch of care, the touch of sensuousness.
She decided everyday whenever they met over breakfast or dinner she will give
him a hug. She will not let him go without a hug and a kiss.
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