This probably is an unusual love story of me and Lovely wife. I'd learned perils of 'Management by Objectives' at work, but theory is such that it couldn't have convinced me more at personal level. At work you have strategies/organizations some other body to take care of fallouts from Objective Managements. But strangely enough when it comes to personal level, it takes all together different dimension.
In a quest to conquer this so called successful life, Lovely wife and myaself set out a goal to move west for sometime before settling with family and kids schooling takes to mainstream. You know how competitive world is becoming donchya..? Upon expressing these wishes, Lovely wife's employer a top Indian IT co. couldn't be happier to see one of their 'stars' on the account requesting on-site to take relation to higher elevation. Yes she has good, rather smart rapport carved for herself on her own (hubby beaming with pride at this :-P ). Within few weeks of mentioning things started falling in place and every milestone coming straight up. Lovely wife moved to west in forbidding zippy. All this while I was preparing the ground work at my employer to join Love wife ASAP. But, as fate would have first say, do plans always go as supposed to on the onset(Ask Project Managers :-P), my employer decides to do a marathon re-org bringing down all the investment/expense plans to a halt, literally. Any ray of hope was only coming after October... ofcourse with no or little guarentee your wishes be served!. As days pass-by, I slowly but scantly began to feel vacuum of something, someone's presense in my everyday life... like a shadow… Someone who was a part of me and someone as me within me. This has not happened on any of my overseas travels though. Oh am I falling in love again? naah... am a married man and I'm having my share of life. But it was not to be... for I was falling in love with the same girl, the one meant for me. Lovely wife.
Having been married to beautiful wife for more than 5 years and blessed with an angel daughter, I was the happiest man on earth. TouchWood. But then working couple have 'sweet issues' of their own; that are easier in appearance but more difficult to deal with… you know what I mean : running house, commutation, work pressure and more importantly family time on which the toll’s taken often. Over a period of time as process would stabilise, life was taking a shape. The macho-hubby that I am (:-D) probably was growing complaisant, unknowingly, in resolving all the practical issues to ensure a secure and congenial life for the family. All this while Lovely wife's dreamy life was beginning to drift from fairy-tale to be much mature, practical and spirited with her own-found-justification that, this is 'The Life' and future will be!
I have come to realise that, for this apparently busy life, how one is compelled to forget sweet little things that once we as engaged/newly weds used to do. How daft of me! Lovely wife always had this peculiar sense of living life with cute li’l things and always insisted we continued as we did, be it functions, away days or festivals. Where as I would seemingly try to find the logic behind every li'l thing to make sense for myself or convince some random school of thought, forgetting fun and family time. Isn't life all about the journey and not just destiny... how easy it is to forget :-)
Off-late, just few weeks of separation has forced me back in time to our courtship days, 2004 that is. The blissful first years of marriage only to reapprove our love for eachother. Made me realise how deep and strong is our binding. Oh good lord, could there be save from this ordeal, its not a torture but neither blissful.
My Girl, The Lovely wife, how I miss you, my darling of every moment, of every breath. When fail to find your presence around me, I begin to hate air around for it doesn’t bring very warmth and scent of you.
When you come fresh out of shower wrapping towel around the wet hair to wake me up and call in mellow Rrrrriiiii yelri… miss that moment...
Tempting aroma of tea that you make for me when I lay in wait of you coming with it and the pressing look conveying ‘finish-tea-and-get- ready...
Miss your tight hug on the pillion ride and wrooming drive in excitement to drop you at office...
Miss receiving your first morning email for the day when I boot up my computer...
Miss those stupid, funny jokes and cute teases you call on me together teaming-up with parents n Gouri...
Miss your phone call to leave desk when you near my office and the next two rings just to let me know you arrived and waiting… how engaging...
Miss your evening wee snacks that you newly found out recently and choose to try and I would keep wondering how would they turn out...
Miss stealing a gaze or two when parents are around and lovely time catching up on telly sitting by the sofa and the touchy-feely...
How I miss the very presence of you in our home when making room, talking or just killing time aimlessly...
Miss your call for dinner and you waiting for me to dine, miss your serving and nudging gently with eyes to eat more. All I now do is gulp up the grub and get to my computer ASAP...
Miss watching you feed our Angel and busy in girly talks only to ignore me royally tending to each other and not caring to notice me being JJJJ...
Miss you getting visibly angry and protesting in silence (announcing a strike) when I play spoilsport only to get on your nerves...
Miss your teaming up with parents, daughter and anybody to corner me and bash me up all to win over my male hobnobbing :-P...
Miss you on weekends when I am too lazy and the oil bath you never forget to give and the dying which costs me more than the parlour charges...
Miss spending endless time chatting with you and all the sweet cuddlings, warm hugs and kissies
Miss you for all the shopping with you for groceries or the vegetables… last week ‘lady fingers’ were asking me where is your Girl..?
And for now situation is so that, I have to thank VOIP as I am hooked to call past midnight. Love talking to you(reminds our courtship), tend to fall in love again and again with the feminine voice, confident without being pushy, sweet without being squeaky, friendly without seeming over-friendly.
In the course I have learn't that love exists beyond actions and words. Love to love My Girl, my Lovely Wife. May our love be the same and keep growing as that of infinity. Amen.
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