The shrill alarm spliced the serene silence of the dawn. Though I had hit the bed only a couple of hours ago, I felt the urge to part my eyelids and abandon my soothing bed. Weighed down with fatigue, I slowly lifted myself and headed to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the rising sun. As I waded across the room littered with clothes, I caught a glimpse of the clock. On the black background, I could see bright green numbers on the clock indicating 5:45 AM. The first rays of the sun had not yet banished the thick fog clobbering my vision from the fourth floor balcony.
I lived on the highway that connected Bangalore with the smaller cities of Tamil Nadu. Buses dropping off passengers early in the day was a routine in this part of the city. In fact, this usually was the busiest part of the day. From the top, I could see diligent auto rickshaw drivers swooping down on drowsy passengers disembarking from the buses. There were little children running around, trying to sell small cups of chai.
However, today seemed to be awfully quiet. A couple of buses stopped, some people got down, and the buses sped away. Her father was not among them. I would have to wait for some more time. She had called me up last night to tell me that her father would be in town and I had to play host. Her tone made me hope that she was also planning to come down and surprise me. Three more buses and I was already feeling my torso resting on the balcony wall, begging to be let loose.
The sun was starting to peep through the trees in the horizon. Just then, a bus passed. It halted a little ahead of the actual stop. An elderly man alighted, and the bus started to speed up. I rubbed my eyes hoping to see a beautiful angel emerge out of the cloud of fog. Nothing happened. A few steps later, the elderly man waved in my direction. I was too numb to react. Just then, I felt a delicate hand on my shoulder. She was standing behind me, waving back to her dad.
I turned back to see the first rays of the sun cajoling her bright face. A couple of years ago, the occasion was the same; she was standing down there with her father, as a surprise....I don't know what I miss more; her, or her surprises...
Whats in a name ?
The new day was ready to be born, but we had not reached any conclusion. I know that this was too big a news for him, but that did not mean that he upset my sleep. His software industry allows him the luxury of flexible timings, but I hate to skip my appointment with the patients.
I had broken the news of me being pregnant to my hubby a couple of hours ago. It was chaos since then. He had started to make a list of "tasks" he needed to complete to transition from an carefree husband to a responsible father. He started with the list of toys, food items, but it was the name of our baby that stopped his pace.
We had spoken about it a lot, but neither of us had really decided on the actual name. "Naming the baby after the grandparents would give him an old name. The baby should not be named after someone infamous, that would embarrass the baby", my hubby chimed on. There seemed to be no stop to his logical analysis. "When I name variables in my code after so much thought, should my baby not have the best of the names ? ", he asked.
He said that the name should not be on the start of the alphabet. If we did that, the baby would have trouble attending all tests and viva exams first. If the name starts with something towards the end, that would be a problem too. When the baby grows up, and attends practical exams, his batch would be the last, leaving it alone. What if the baby grows up and migrates to the US ? The name should be easy for the foreigners also. But if it is too foreign, he may not make any Indian friends in the college. Also, the name should not rhyme with anything offensive, lest its friends have that as a reason for teasing. It should also not be named after a famous person, what if the baby also gets famous; people would get confused. The name should not be common, our baby was special after all. The name should not be too long that it gets tedious to type it, it should not be so short that it would not deserve any respect.
His barrage of reasons was getting unbearable. I always best new that a dentist and a software engineer were most compatible professions; there have been times when this geek got onto my nerves. To end it, I did what I always do....I looked him into his eyes, gave him a smile, slowly kissed him and said, "If it is a girl, is would be saanvi, for a boy, it would be vinay". He meekly surrendered and I heard him mutter...."whats in a name ? " ....
I had broken the news of me being pregnant to my hubby a couple of hours ago. It was chaos since then. He had started to make a list of "tasks" he needed to complete to transition from an carefree husband to a responsible father. He started with the list of toys, food items, but it was the name of our baby that stopped his pace.
We had spoken about it a lot, but neither of us had really decided on the actual name. "Naming the baby after the grandparents would give him an old name. The baby should not be named after someone infamous, that would embarrass the baby", my hubby chimed on. There seemed to be no stop to his logical analysis. "When I name variables in my code after so much thought, should my baby not have the best of the names ? ", he asked.
He said that the name should not be on the start of the alphabet. If we did that, the baby would have trouble attending all tests and viva exams first. If the name starts with something towards the end, that would be a problem too. When the baby grows up, and attends practical exams, his batch would be the last, leaving it alone. What if the baby grows up and migrates to the US ? The name should be easy for the foreigners also. But if it is too foreign, he may not make any Indian friends in the college. Also, the name should not rhyme with anything offensive, lest its friends have that as a reason for teasing. It should also not be named after a famous person, what if the baby also gets famous; people would get confused. The name should not be common, our baby was special after all. The name should not be too long that it gets tedious to type it, it should not be so short that it would not deserve any respect.
His barrage of reasons was getting unbearable. I always best new that a dentist and a software engineer were most compatible professions; there have been times when this geek got onto my nerves. To end it, I did what I always do....I looked him into his eyes, gave him a smile, slowly kissed him and said, "If it is a girl, is would be saanvi, for a boy, it would be vinay". He meekly surrendered and I heard him mutter...."whats in a name ? " ....
A few Quotes
wat do u say abt a guy who rocks ur world? to a guy who is everything to u? to a guy whose voice u long for ..? whose hug takes away every fear in ur heart? whose anger makes u cringe? whose happiness u rejoice? Just wat in the world do u write abt a guy.. who keeps ur heart so safe and happy with him?? Sriram .. i have only three words for u .. three words, that i try to contain my feelings abt u in .. I Love You .. :)
A classic, "princess in distress.. brave warrior to the rescue" story..
my dearest sriram..
unconventional.
A classic, "princess in distress.. brave warrior to the rescue" story..
my dearest sriram..
unconventional.
unpretentious, fun to be with.. the coolest geek.. the sweetest guy..
tender secrets.. sweet gentle love.. goofy jokes and fiery fights.. Life has been all that i wanted it to be.. ever since u came into my life..
and wonder of wonders.. i , for once, find it hard to put in words , how i feel about u..
love u .. and looking forward to the rest of my life.. with u.. :)
tender secrets.. sweet gentle love.. goofy jokes and fiery fights.. Life has been all that i wanted it to be.. ever since u came into my life..
and wonder of wonders.. i , for once, find it hard to put in words , how i feel about u..
love u .. and looking forward to the rest of my life.. with u.. :)
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