I Miss . . .

After a long day at office, I came home only to start working again. The coziness of the bed, with the help of overloaded dinner played a prank on me. The mail that was supposed to be resting in the sent items was still flashing on the screen. As I was shifting gears to deep slumber, I felt a hand on me. I woke up to see a very familiar face smiling at me. I smiled back acknowledging that I was supposed to put the sleep to rest.

Many other faces emerged out of the darkness slowly. They all quickly piled up and wished me. I was eventually dragged out of my bed to follow the rituals. While my arse received quite a caressing as apart of the ritual, I was given a unique face pack which comprised of the all the spreads, Jams, Jelly, and some dairy products topped with an egg. As the session progressed, gifts fell into my hands loaded with lots of love. It was a memorable night and they indeed made it special.

My phone was busy buzzing with wishes. However, there was a surprise call as well from a number which I did not expect. It too contained wishes, but brought back all the reminiscences from the past in a flash. I felt good, but at the same time, it flooded my mind with the fond memories of her.

As the clock continued ticking into early morning, everybody dispersed. I was happy as they never failed to surprise me. At the same time, it was hard for me to hold back those droplets desperately trying to break free. After 3 years of togetherness, celebrating without her was very different. There was void around me all the time. I could feel the place next to me empty for the one who would feed me the first piece of her handmade cake; the one who would plan the day for weeks just to make it special; the one who would embrace me in a warm hug and lovingly kiss me; the one who would eagerly wait for me to unwrap the presents and loved to find the excitement on my face; the one who would wait till the end for all the guests to go and take me home with her.

I went back to my bed alone; I missed her.