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. 

Shopping...what else!

I have been staring at the blank 'new post' page for a while now. This is not how I intend to begin a new post in my bridal diary...poo poo! Okay to cut the crap...I am excited. I am so excited that it is tiring me out. I jump at at any new shiny thing [not that this is new] I see in a shop window. 


You know like most women, I enjoy window shopping too. I used to love to peer at stuff on the mannequins and  think of how they would look on me or if I were buying it, what would I go in for or how the frill at the end killed the outfit for me even though the embroidery was good. Exhausting...isn't it? Ha, and I haven't even begun talking here. All those days of thinking, imagining and rethinking, and re-imagining are over. It is now my turn to actually enter the shop, try out the stuff laid out and buy some of it. And I am buying loads of it. 


I have already bought stuff that amounts to 1/4th of my trousseau. I am not giving any details yet a my hubby-to-be is reading this and I want to surprise him. 


My trousseau was being planned in my head for years now. When the real time has come, I am being practical. I want to save and cut down on things I thought I would buy but they are outrageously expensive. I want to be able to wear most of the stuff always [hope to remain the same size though...]. So I have some really pretty sarees, a few good salwar kameez pieces and the rest of the list awaits to be bought. 


In the mean time, I have downed umpteen number of coffee cuppas [yummy filter coffer that I am so going to miss in the capital] and have been marching all over the this place called Matunga. Believe me, if you live in Mumbai, you know this is the place to get all your silk sarees from! 


So this is it for now...more on the coming tuesday!

Capturing a few memories on celluloid...