I pray God to repeat it again

Morning
	The alarm disturbs
	I wake up
	She pushes me for taking bath
	Forces me for breakfast, chawanprash, milk and a long menu
	Clock approaches 9
	She gives me wallet, watch, spectacles, sprout box and bike key
	Wishes me all the best for office
	Waves a lovely good bye
	Reminds me for helmet
	Looks at my exit from the balcony.
Afternoon
	Opens the door before I ring the bell
	Makes me wash my hands
	Serves lunch
	I sense her happiness in her to-n-fro from kitchen
	I sense her happiness in her drops of sweat on forehead
	Makes me eat some extra
	Eats at the same plate…idiot
Evening
	Serves me glucose
	Makes me pray and bow at Gods
	Googles for snacks dish and put her heart on cooking
	Asks me in child like innocence, "Is it ok at least"?
	I fake anger
	She accepts, and I sense her love in it
Night
	Scolds my serials for spoiling my studies
	Bakes roti (bread)
	Makes me eat early
	Forces me to drink the ill smelling milk…yuk
	Orders me-don’t stick to the computer
	Cleans the kitchen
	Makes sure the home is locked
	Loves me
	and I thank God for the wonderful today, and pray to repeat it again
	She is, who she is – the better half

It's all over

She came like a breeze

And I was taken

I heard her voice

That still jingles in my heart

She told, sing me with me

And the melody was spectacular

She wrote on me

The novel was bestseller

She smiled at me

Life was beautiful

She was in tears

It was raining heavily

She parted away

There was an eclipse

She told burn all my memories

I hardly know what’s left

She told forget me

I don’t know what I remember anymore

...but I know, it’s all over :(

My name in yours

I

Love to smile when you are there in my thoughts

Love to dream when its about you

Love the time which revolves around you

Love all those places where we spent time together

Love to be in you

And...

My name in yours

She is

She

The Strength of my life

Whom I adore

Keys to all my happiness

Fills me with her tender touch

An Inevitable part

Simple but honest

The rare one with enormous excellence

Decent, but always inane

Brighten me with her smile, youthfulness filled with affection

Obscure to many just like the twilight

Incomparable

And with her,

Smile touches my lips...

Dreams come to my eyes...

Happiness besieges and sweet flings encircle me..........

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Read also 'She'

But it's over now

Lay a whisper

On my pillow

Leave the winter

On the ground

I wake up lonely

The stare of silence

In the bedroom

And all around

Touch me now

I close my eyes

And dream away

It must have been love

But it's over now

It must have been good

But I lost it somehow

It must have been love

But it's over now

From the moment we touched

Till the time had run out 

… a romantic song from the movie ‘Pretty Woman”

No, not at all

9.00AM, The alarm started buzzing again indicating the time for my medicine. I was in no mood to digest that devil bitter pill. Kept my eyes closed...and pretended to my own as I am sleeping. But then someone touched my leg with a bit warm blanket... It felt wonderful though winter was getting ready to say good bye in a week or two. I started loving the warmth and tried to shut my eyes... then all of a sudden I sprung on my bed to see who did this...

More than the discovery of the blanket, I shouted in pain as my broken leg started paining like hell. I gained my mind after few seconds to see who put the blanket...

Oh it was she, she came early in the morning to see me...a wild thought fired in me, 'Has she ever slept last night?'  When I tried to hide my emotions, my lips made a curve and welcomed her with a big smile.

I wanted to see her face, but she had fixed her beautiful eyes on the plaster which was made to heal the broken leg. I wanted to say, have a look at me, my pain will go...could not spell. Her eyes started pouring, which I really hate to see, but that time I felt good. Don’t know why, may be it made me feel that she still cares for me.

A drop dropped. 'It will dissolve the plaster', I teased.

'Idiot', she said and punched slowly.

'Aahh!' I faked pain.

'Sorry, sorry, sorry.....ry' at least ten times she told by heart.

'It’s ok', I could not stopped smiling revealing it’s fake. She raised her face; I could see the broad temple.

'You haven't changed a bit, still the same idiot.'

'Yeah, I am the same, at least for you.' I stressed the last few words.

My mom came in smiling. Her smile even grew big after seeing her. 'You are so early!' my mom asked casually.

'Aunty, I could not sleep last night, thinking about this idiot.' I marveled at her frankness. 'You carry on aunty, I will be here,' she said. My mom smiled and said, 'I know', while leaving the room.

I was literally bored to spell the same thing, how the accident happened, when someone come to visit me as a goodwill geasture. But I was enthusiast like a kid to tell my so called adventure to her. She was all ears, fixing her eyes at mine. Nothing would have motivated than her black eyes to stretch my story at all possible angels, true and false at sometime.

She closed her eyes and uttered ‘aah’ when I told about the number of stitches… I felt somehow guilty to make her feel that way, and closed the adventure episode and started talking about her and him, his boy friend, bloody demon.

When I exhausted my little brain with the unwanted gossip, she knew that too, she started. ‘Don’t talk all this bulls**t. Can’t you keep your mouth closed for a moment?’ She saw me like a school teacher asking some naughty students to keep their mouth shut. Those students must be idiots who keep quite with this loving gesture of silence... I kept my index finger sealing my lips.....

'Good boy,' she said......  She has not changed a bit. The same killing orders...same silky hairs and same dimple when she moves her cheek even if for a shy smile...

After a pause, I resumed by saying, ‘I think you know better ways to make my mouth shut,’ felt awkward after touching the weak thread. I turned my face away.

She paused for few moments, and then smiled back. Girls are the best in switching the topics. I had to return to her face when she tingled her bangles in front of me.

‘So tell me about your life at Hyderabad. We haven't met for months, what’s going on there at Hyderabad? Have you got any hariyalis (she calls all beautiful girls as hariyalis)?’ Asked all these in one go like she was in a hurry or maybe she wanted to change the topic as soon as possible.

‘It’s all fine,’ I answered the two questions with three words.

‘How come you are so miser in choosing words,’ she pretended to be surprised when we both knew it was otherwise.

‘So, do you have a girlfriend?’

I shook my head.

‘You should get one. It wonderful to be in love. A feeling even better than dreams.’   She told.

‘It’s wonderful when the other has the same feeling,’ I regretted on choice of words instantly.

She looked at my eyes. I turned towards the window and focused on two birds chirping contineosly and caring each other; I imagined, the cute one being she, and the other.....

After a pause, she said, ‘you can find someone nice, if you open up.’

‘I don’t need,’ I told still looking at the window; the two birds were still chirping on the branch. What the birds talk…

She held my chin and turned my face towards her. ‘You have a good job, fat salary. I will be just a school teacher uttering A B C D. You can get someone better.’

‘Someone better than you?’ I said.

‘Absolutely,’ she said.

‘That’s not possible,’ before she could answer I dialed my cousin’s mobile to drop her at her place, although I knew she had all the time on Sunday and her parents won’t mind a little knowing she is at my place.

I was quite, she too. Sometimes being quite makes you hear the storm. I was quite okay with the storm at any form, but her silence was killing...

I opened my laptop and started showing some dumb useless pictures to her to avoid any more talk. When she wanted to say something, I intentionally diverted the topic and prayed for my idiot cousin to come early.

My cousin came greeted her. She stood up to go, but suddenly told to my cousin, ‘Go and start the car, I am coming.’

She turned to me and said, ‘Don’t tell me that you still have feelings for me?’

I swallowed hard, faked a smile and told, ‘No, not at all, .......it’s over,’ and offered for a hand shake without looking at her eyes.

I didn't know what else to do. She came forward, kissed on my forehead and whispered, ‘Take care.’