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OS- Her firsts
"I have been calling you for an hour now."
"Sorry, a meeting came up last minute. Give me 5 minutes to freshen up"
He could see she was excited to attend her friends baby shower, he could also not ignore the chiffon formal Saree that she wore accentuates all her perfect curves. She had tried a new hairdo today and he couldn't decide which one does he like more, her updos or her hair open. He was still thinking of his preference when his wife came back in the room to check up on his progress and asked "shall we leave now?" He decided he could continue his juggling thoughts later in the party too and led her to the door.
It was a grand affair, the entire set up was pink and purple with twinkling lights all over. She left his side to meet her friend and he followed suit. He had found an acquaintance and was killing his time while making his company miserabe with the talks of shares and investment when he noticed her standing at the terrace, her head raised up towards the sky. The demeanor confirmed his doubts when he reached her side, she was upset. Since the party had come almost to the end, he gathered she was probably cross with him for being so late and made her miss the rituals of the event. When he cleared his throat to gain her attention, she looked a little startled at first as if not expecting any one or just him, perhaps. She was quick enough to compose herself though and asked if they could leave for home. Although he was more than happy to leave, he knew something was amiss.
When he entered their room to sleep, he noticed she was already on couch pretending to sleep. Call it guilt or perhaps giving in to his desires to have her near him , he went near the couch and said the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her tossing an turning on her so-called bed. "Sleep on the bed tonight"
She would have probably fallen down in her wake of turning again had he not been agile enough to stop her by keeping his hand in her arm, steadying her. When she opened her shocked eyes, he pressed her more by saying "come, before you break the floor"
At times like these she was thankful for his interfence, for being so persistent. The moment she saw her friend, glowing and all blown up. She couldn't stop her racing thoughts, ishita had been lucky enough to have a daughter of her own. She couldn't thank her lucky stars enough to send the angel into her bleak life but she was left wondering about the moments she had missed like her first day in the world, her first step, the first word she uttered, her firsts. She was still lost in her reverie and didn't realize she was on bed now, beside him, still tossing.
If he asked her now, she would probably brush the question aside or may be she was feeling cold and the duvet was not doing any good so before he could run a prototype in his brain, he acted. As if it was a natural thing to do between a couple. It was. Eexcept not between this couple. When he took her in his arms, he heard her sob. Was running late such a big crime that he had to be punished like this? To see her cry. He was at loss of words to console her or better yet apologize. How does one do either of that? He was clearly out of practice for 6 years, had it been any other girl crying he would have run in the opposite direction but he knew this woman enough to not make a mountain out of a molehill and decided to give this a shot and asked her " do you want to talk?"
She could only nod.
How do you proceed next? As he discarded about a half dozen topics as soon they popped up in his head such as weather, his current project, her clinic etc. He felt proud of himself as he said the next thing which he knew would make her feel happy.
"You looked beautiful tonight"
"Don't bother, you don't have to lie to distract me. You dont even know what I wore tonight"
"At least you stopped crying" he said smirking.
When she started to move away from his embrace, he strengthened his hold on her to stop and asked her with concern now "What do you want to talk about about?"
"How much did she weigh?"
He was completely taken aback at her response, he trying to guage her train of thoughts when he looked down on her face. One look at her innocent eyes and he knew what she meant.
He rubbed her arm as he answered " 6 pounds 4 ounce, she was fragile. Very fragile."
"What time was she born?"
"9:40 in the morning. It was Monday. It has been raining nonstop for a couple of days and just like sunshine she came into our lives"
"Was it a normal delivery?"
"No, a C-section, there were some complications."
"What was the first word she said?"
"Ma, only her real mother was not around to hear it." He said with all the honesty lurking in his eyes as he look down when he said it.
She could only smile and uttered "thank you" genuinely and snuggled closer to him to sleep.
"It was purple. Deep purple"
When she looked him inquisitively, he replied " the Saree that you wore today and I didn't lie. You looked beautiful tonight"
If it was possible to burry herself further in his arms, she did and tried to hide her blush.
He only smiled and closed his eyes to sleep. Only he knew the bliss of having this woman around him, the bliss she made him feel in reliving those haunted memories and making it green. Just like his life. His last thoughts before sleep took over included his life which seemed promising now, thanks to the woman sleeping his arms.
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