Saturday, 12th July, `91
I could see it on his face that he was too tired when he came back home last night.
“I am so happy to see you today!”, said he, seeing me at the door.
“Just today?”, I quirked, to which he went laughing.
As he came back freshened up, he held up the newspaper lying on the center table and sat on the sofa. All this while, I could not stop smiling.
“How was your day at office?”, asked he.
I giggled. I could not hold it back any further. Taking control of the situation, I coughed to cover the giggle.
“It was usual. Same old same old. How was your day?”
And he started his animated stories. I waited for sometime for his stories to end but seeing no end to them and failing to hold my story back, I walked to him and sat on my knees in front of him. He was flipping through the pages of the newspaper. Seeing me sitting in front of him like that, he stopped.
“What happened, Aayra?”, said he.
“Why are you smiling?”, said he, now with a hint of amusement on his face. Apparently, I was smiling ear to ear as I sat there thinking how to say it to him.
I told him, looking just at him, soaking in every expression on his face, his every touch, his words.
I told him my story.