Happy Birthday, My Love

Considering I’m a 27 year old working woman, living a cozy life surrounded by friends, warm and caring neighbours, aesthetically chosen potted plants in the breezy penthouse in the upper middle class locale of the metro, my life is easy. When you add to it that I have a drool-worthy boyfriend ‘K’, who is not only loving, sensible and intelligent, but shares a lot of my passions too. The chemistry we strike up is irresistible and we often have to deal with envious glances that stare and wonder at the amazing relationship we have.

Today is the 25^th of my favourite month, January. January marks the beginning of a new year – a new era, a time when people take resolutions and work their best to follow them with utmost sincerity; there are enough and more reasons to like the first month of the year. My reason however is different. It’s K’s birth month, and 25^th is his birthday. We will celebrate his birthday tonight in my penthouse over an intimate dinner cooked entirely by the love of his life, me.

The preparations are almost done – the flowers have come in, the music has been chosen, the candles have been arranged and the cake too has been baked and kept ready. Though I don’t intend to praise myself, the aroma wafting from my kitchen is, to say the least, tantalizing. It’s just 5 in the evening and I don’t expect K to be home before 7.00, implying I have plenty of time to indulge myself in a warm bath and greet him with a smile and some makeup on my face, just like the way he loves it.

I have to make sure that everything I do, is as per his liking, he must leave the world without an iota of grief. He should never get a hint that this will be his last supper, that the last sip of water he will drink in this life will be from his beloved’s home, that she has picked out such a special date for them to have their last date. Tonight, he will walk into his death, with open arms and a smile on his face.

Why, you ask me? Well, I have my own reasons J

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Online?

She smiled as she read the chat. ‘Online?’ Just one word, yet, it made her smile. While typing out a yes, she wondered whether or not to add a smiley to go along with it… whether just the yes would sound rude to this overtly polite guy, or would the smiley give him an impression that she was anxiously waiting for his message. She chided herself for not having been active in the dating game in her younger days so she would know the nuances on how to, what to and what not to by now. To her dismay, he found Milan to be a very nice guy, who spoke and behaved well, she felt quite comfortable around him. After lunch, they went to the nearby park and from there chose to walk back till her apartment. On their way back, Milan asked her if she enjoyed the afternoon with him, though she answered a simple ‘it was fine’, her smile revealed a lot more and he caught the twinkle in her eyes and smiled back. That cute boyish grin, again. Something happened to her when he smiled at

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Phone Number

The early morning sun rays kissed her good morning, and she woke up with a smile. Something told her it was going to be a beautiful day. She finished her early morning tasks and offered prayers and thanks to her Lord. Her mum and dad had called promptly in the morning to ask how the meeting went, whether she has taken a decision about Milan, what food she had ordered, her mother hoped she had worn a ‘decent’ dress and asked her again if she made a good impression on him. Frankly, Asha had no clue how to answer to all these queries. She said that they had a good time together, had lunch and an interesting conversation on their way back. Her mother sounded excited when she told her that Milan had come to drop her back home. She could almost imagine her mom’s eyebrows arching up in excitement. It was then that her mom asked her, “So, did you like him?” Now that, was a difficult question. She liked him, yes. But what her mom wanted to know was not whether she liked him or no

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“Hi! I am Milan” Asha shook hands with the guy and stuttered, “I’m Asha” and managed a weak attempt at smiling. “Please, please sit. Can I get you some water, something to drink?” Asha shook her head, giving Milan a no for an answer. As she sat down, she wondered, Milan ehh, how come nobody told her. The waiter brought the menu cards and Milan was engrossed in it. She knew what she would order and waited for him to pick his dish, meanwhile she sized him up. For a malayali guy, he was above average in looks, bordered on being handsome, tall, wheatish complexion, a lean face with a sharp nose. He glanced up to look for the waiter, instead caught her looking, maybe even staring at him. Asha quickly looked away and there was the faint trace of a blush on her cheeks. He smiled and called for the waiter. When the guy came to get their order, Milan indicated Asha to go ahead and she promptly ordered egg noodles. Milan looked surprised and told the waiter,&

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