“Curses befall on such events”, says she grumbling with utter despair writ large on her face. Perhaps it is due to over
busy schedule that it was not possible for the two of us to be intimate of late.
Previously it was the IPL schedule which unscheduled our evergreen romance and now the ongoing soccer mania which has come between the two of us. It is monsoon time and the air is cool. Love is in the air and it is the love birds romancing in the rain.
I suppose it is very late at nights and it would be inappropriate to bother my partner. When I usually get into bed, it is late at night after viewing the live telecast of soccer matches, I feel bad and don’t wish to disturb her in her sweet slumber.
The morning’s times are happier times and one meets the other after a night’s separation as I think that during the night we have dreams and we are lost in our own worlds. Thus ‘separation’ is there. But I find it is something separating us, farther….
That look and crush of a smile has been lost somewhere in the televiewing habit of mine. She dislikes this the most and rather seeks intimate moments with me.
In order to rebuild the dying relations, I feel one ought to make his beloved happier. Thus very thoughtfully I make loving gestures and wish for an eventful and enthusiastic reciprocation. On reaching my work place, I try to convey my emotions through the telephone and convince her about my love for her. Apparently I feel that one can say things much more vividly, confidently and straightly than in person.
I wish I could recite poetry, but I am too bad at that as my ‘Urdu’ is worst when spoken. I think that a little piece of ‘Ghalib’ or ‘Iqbal’ could go a long way into wooing my lady love!
However I hope that times would change soon and so shall our deadlock. The bliss of romance would soon shine into our otherwise lackluster life. The hidden embers of love in her heart still do have warmth of love for me, I can feel it…