Flowers

This is one of my favorite poems of all times.

Flowers

Some men never think of it.

You did. You'd come along

And say you'd nearly brought me flowers

But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -

The sort that minds like ours

Dream up incessantly. You thought

I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then.

Now I can only smile.

But, Look, the flowers you nearly bought

Have lasted all this while.

- Wendy Cope

Recently Him and I had a tiff. So this meant we did not speak for a day. Now when we want to patch, the man is a little hesitant...the ego is involved you see. So earlier he would courier new books to me as a patch up gift or just like that. And I was complained [not really] that he had never got me flowers. 

Whenever we pass a florist, I would nudge him and say, you could have got me some and to this he always replied 'next time'. 

So the next day of our tiff, I get a call on my cell phone from an unknown Mumbai number. The man on the other side is inquiring about my residence address and being the good girl I am [I do not talk to strangers!] I ask him back, "Aap kaun hai? Kya bhejna hai? Kaha se bol rahe hai?"

He says, "Madam, main Borivili se bol raha hai hoon, aap ke liye bouquet bhejna hai aur address ghar ka diya hai,"

I was like, "theek hai..bhejiye.."

He says, "Haan magar bataiye, Borivili se kaise ana hai?"

I explain the route to him and mention the landmarks. Before he cuts the call I ask him who has sent the bouquet and for whom? "Himanshujee ne bheja hai aap ke liye bouquet," he said. 

And Him happened to call just the next moment. So I was like "you are sending me flowers?" He replied very nonchalantly, "What flowers? Who? Where?" And the next moment he blurted all out. He had got a friend of his to book a bouquet online and send it to me. Little did he realise his friend had selected a florist in a far off suburb and hence that chap required the route to reach my place. Lol. Poor him. 

The bouquet was really pretty. He knew I don't like roses so I got assorted flowers. 

Capturing a few memories on celluloid...

One Hundred Years Of Togetherness...

Okay let me make myself clear - I am no coy bride-to-be! I don't blush that easily and I don't feel like crying yet, now that I am soon going to leave my family and relocate to Delhi. None of that for now at least. I hope the crying bit does come with time though...else I will have proven to myself that I am WEIRD. And believe me you don't want to go down that road. 


Recently him and I got talking [we talk everyday and thats a lot of talking...making up or rather pacifying ourselves over the phone as its a long distance relationship!] and he was like I like you being mushy. At this point, my mind is racing just like you see in films. Everything is passing by real quickly like a carousel gone mad and yet, I cannot remember this any one time that we both have been real mushy. No, we aren't one of the weird couples. We have had our share of love and all that...but I always thought we were the more practical ones and we are! So my man needed the rain check - no love we were not mushy...not ever yet! 


So he is a bit disappointed [sowwie!] but then thats the truth.  Mush was never our thing. In fact if someone was to ask where we spent most of our dates, I'd say we are always checking out books. Boring...you think? Nah. His first gift to me was a book and many books thereafter. Before he had even asked me out and we were pals, just before my 22nd birthday, he made sure he couriered my birthday present - One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And I wasn't even expecting it. 


Back then it was a sweet gesture but then with time, to me this is one of the most romantic things he has ever done for me. People look for some mush in a relationship so that they can feel they are romantic. But romance is much more than that, at least to me it is. 


It is romantic when we are crossing the road and he asks me to come onto this left side. Why? So that he can make sure I am protected from the oncoming traffic. We always hold hands. He never lets me walk on the outer side of the road. He has never asked me to wear make-up or asked me to change my style of dressing. We have never had tiffs over where we should go for a date. It is always my choice of restaurant and what I choose on the menu. I am the one who does most of the talking on the phone and he is the one listening. All of this and much more. 


This is romantic because he is not trying nor am I. It just comes naturally. And that is why we are what we are today. :)

It is never easy to be the center of attention and I never preferred the limelight. But there comes a time in every girl's life that suddenly it is all about her. And yeah, my time has come. It is all about me now. Him and Me. 


We are sort of engaged [rings are yet to be exchanged] but I am bound to him [happily] for this lifetime. The wedding date has been set and the preparations have sort of begun. For me, the excitement has not sunk in yet so I am still normal. Yeah, I do seem to be running out of patience but I guess that is bound to happen. Sleep has gone for a toss. Shopping has to be done and tonnes of it has to be done. Jewelery has to be designed and bought. Wedding saree is a distant thought for now. Me and Him have not met in forever [a month to be precise] and the levels of frustrations are rising. Bah. 


For now only this bit. I will keep you posted.