What a tiring day it had been. Today was one of the busiest days in the past few weeks. But now it was over. I was walking back to home, and all I could think of was the lovely awesome food that my wife would have cooked up for me. She was probably the best cook I've ever known. And just the thought of her food made me drool. Moreover, she had called me during the day and said that today's dinner was going to be a special one. She said she'd cook all my favorite dishes. Maybe she realized the fact that I had a tiring day, and this was her way of pepping me up. I just couldn't wait to get back home and have that food. That was all I wanted at that moment.
Reaching home, she told me that she'd get the dinner on table while I could go and freshen up. All excited for the dinner, I quickly came back to the dinner table, in anticipation of a scrumptious meal. That was all that I wanted at that point of time.
It was finally infront of me, the serving bowl. I could smell Chicken Biryani, Mutter Paneer & my favorite of all, Gajar ka Halwa. In anticipation of either of these, I removed the lid of the bowl.
Me: Oat meal?!?!?
She: Oh yeah!
Me: But you called me in the afternoon. Shouldn't there be some Chicken Biryani... and Paneer... and some Gajar Ka Halwa, instead of this stupid oat meal?
She: Oh yeah, I cooked all of them! But they are just for me.
Me: Huh? What happened to you? Why are you doing this?
She: *Rubs her cheek with her hand*
And then I realized what this was all about.
Me: We have talked about this before. And, are you in your senses? C'mon now pass me some Biryani and Paneer.
She: ALL YOU'RE HAVING IS OAT MEAL TILL YOU GET THAT STUBBLE OFF YOUR FACE.
I had no choice, but to have that oat meals for my dinner. What was supposed to be a scrumptious meal, turned out to be a insipid one.
After checking up my mails, and watching the late evening show, it was time for bed now. Walking towards my bedroom, I extended my hand to open the door. And what happened then left me stunned. The door was locked!
Me: Honey, open the door!
She: You know what? I feel like sleeping all alone on the bed today. I left something for you at the couch.
All of this, just because of my stubble. Really? I had no choice, but to spend the rest of the night on the couch and hoping that everything would be fine by the morning.
I woke up the next day with an aching back. What a terrible night it had been. I didn't knew what was in store for me today, but all I hoped was everything to settle down. But it wasn't going to be that easy.
I saw my wife having the morning tea.
Me: Good Morning, honey! Where is my tea? *I acted as if nothing happened*
No reply from her. I tried again.
Me: Let me give you some company with your tea.
She: Help yourself.
She never did this. Past 7 years, she would always make the morning tea for me. All the change just because of my stubble? I was hurt at this moment, that we were fighting and cribbing over such a petty issue. I mean it was weekend, and everyone wants to spend their weekend the lazy way. I couldn't help it. So, I decided to give her some time and let the matter cool all by itself.
Having oat meals again for breakfast and lunch, I came to know I was wrong. This isn't going to be easy. She looked determined and strong. I tried to get her on my side.
Me: Remember the movie you've been waiting for months to release? Let's watch it tonight.
She: I'm going nowhere with that shadow on your face.
Me: Oh c'mon, don't do this. How does this even matter?
She: It matters to me.
Me: WHAT KIND OF STUPIDITY IT IS? ALL I'M HAVING IS OAT MEALS AND NO TEA. I'M BEING TREATED AS IF I'VE COMMITTED A CRIME OR SOMETHING. BUT REMEMBER ONE THING, THIS AIN'T GONNA CHANGE ME. I AM NOT SHAVING, NO MATTER WHAT.
And I left the room. I knew me shouting made the matters worse, but that was almost involuntary. I was hurt. I was worried. I was scared. I didn't liked it. She has been behaving so differently ever since last night. I hated that. No food, no tea and such a behavior crippled me up. I really wanted this to end. It was worse that a nightmare.
Whole day I kept on thinking of her. What she used to be, and what has now happened to her. This made me sad. Really sad.
Few hours later...
I walked down to the room where she was sitting. She saw me...
She: Oh.My.God! I can't believe it. You really shaved. I'm so happy for you.
And she came up jumping and hugged me. For the first time in past two days, I saw a smile on her face. And this somehow made me feel better.
Me: It's the least I could do. I've been thinking whole day of what all happened in the past two days. I realized how important you were to me and how my life changed completely when you didn't talked to me. My heart sinks when I don't see a smile on that face. I realized I'm nothing with you. You make me complete. And the least I could do for you was to shave, if that makes you happy!
She: Awww...
She hugged me even tighter.
Me: So, now that everything is over, movie?
She: Hell yeah!
PS: This is a work of fiction.
This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with BlogAdda.com
Reaching home, she told me that she'd get the dinner on table while I could go and freshen up. All excited for the dinner, I quickly came back to the dinner table, in anticipation of a scrumptious meal. That was all that I wanted at that point of time.
It was finally infront of me, the serving bowl. I could smell Chicken Biryani, Mutter Paneer & my favorite of all, Gajar ka Halwa. In anticipation of either of these, I removed the lid of the bowl.
Me: Oat meal?!?!?
She: Oh yeah!
Me: But you called me in the afternoon. Shouldn't there be some Chicken Biryani... and Paneer... and some Gajar Ka Halwa, instead of this stupid oat meal?
She: Oh yeah, I cooked all of them! But they are just for me.
Me: Huh? What happened to you? Why are you doing this?
She: *Rubs her cheek with her hand*
And then I realized what this was all about.
Me: We have talked about this before. And, are you in your senses? C'mon now pass me some Biryani and Paneer.
She: ALL YOU'RE HAVING IS OAT MEAL TILL YOU GET THAT STUBBLE OFF YOUR FACE.
I had no choice, but to have that oat meals for my dinner. What was supposed to be a scrumptious meal, turned out to be a insipid one.
After checking up my mails, and watching the late evening show, it was time for bed now. Walking towards my bedroom, I extended my hand to open the door. And what happened then left me stunned. The door was locked!
Me: Honey, open the door!
She: You know what? I feel like sleeping all alone on the bed today. I left something for you at the couch.
All of this, just because of my stubble. Really? I had no choice, but to spend the rest of the night on the couch and hoping that everything would be fine by the morning.
I woke up the next day with an aching back. What a terrible night it had been. I didn't knew what was in store for me today, but all I hoped was everything to settle down. But it wasn't going to be that easy.
I saw my wife having the morning tea.
Me: Good Morning, honey! Where is my tea? *I acted as if nothing happened*
No reply from her. I tried again.
Me: Let me give you some company with your tea.
She: Help yourself.
She never did this. Past 7 years, she would always make the morning tea for me. All the change just because of my stubble? I was hurt at this moment, that we were fighting and cribbing over such a petty issue. I mean it was weekend, and everyone wants to spend their weekend the lazy way. I couldn't help it. So, I decided to give her some time and let the matter cool all by itself.
Having oat meals again for breakfast and lunch, I came to know I was wrong. This isn't going to be easy. She looked determined and strong. I tried to get her on my side.
Me: Remember the movie you've been waiting for months to release? Let's watch it tonight.
She: I'm going nowhere with that shadow on your face.
Me: Oh c'mon, don't do this. How does this even matter?
She: It matters to me.
Me: WHAT KIND OF STUPIDITY IT IS? ALL I'M HAVING IS OAT MEALS AND NO TEA. I'M BEING TREATED AS IF I'VE COMMITTED A CRIME OR SOMETHING. BUT REMEMBER ONE THING, THIS AIN'T GONNA CHANGE ME. I AM NOT SHAVING, NO MATTER WHAT.
And I left the room. I knew me shouting made the matters worse, but that was almost involuntary. I was hurt. I was worried. I was scared. I didn't liked it. She has been behaving so differently ever since last night. I hated that. No food, no tea and such a behavior crippled me up. I really wanted this to end. It was worse that a nightmare.
Whole day I kept on thinking of her. What she used to be, and what has now happened to her. This made me sad. Really sad.
Few hours later...
I walked down to the room where she was sitting. She saw me...
She: Oh.My.God! I can't believe it. You really shaved. I'm so happy for you.
And she came up jumping and hugged me. For the first time in past two days, I saw a smile on her face. And this somehow made me feel better.
Me: It's the least I could do. I've been thinking whole day of what all happened in the past two days. I realized how important you were to me and how my life changed completely when you didn't talked to me. My heart sinks when I don't see a smile on that face. I realized I'm nothing with you. You make me complete. And the least I could do for you was to shave, if that makes you happy!
She: Awww...
She hugged me even tighter.
Me: So, now that everything is over, movie?
She: Hell yeah!
***
PS: This is a work of fiction.
This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with BlogAdda.com
