and you know what..it just inspired me to write a post, just a little one maybe..
you see G says i am a narcissist, and so do some of my friends..and i like it:) cuz i do really love myself.
I wake up every morning,look into the mirror and see my hair messed up, eyes a little swollen but say"wow i look nice in this hair ,ruffeled like bon jovi"hmmm
then i look around and see a man cuddled into a ball,hugging a pillow and as i croon over him,i get that"hey baby good morning" greeting in the sexiest croaking voice i have ever ever ever heard. and i say "wow am i lucky or what?"
oh if its a sunday, i take a few minutes to rub his ears, wrap him inside the rug and smell his neck(yes i love to smell his neck,) and though he wriggles, i know he likes it..i mean, very few men have their wives doing this every morning...yes every morning.
Did i tell you i am an amazing cook, no really its true cuz my food, my ingredients, the pots and pans, the burner, the microwave and even the blinds in the kitchen they love to see me walk into the kitchen. thats cuz i love spending time with them, quality time. So what happens is, when i cook during weeknights, with G hovering around with his "baby ki korcho"(in bengali:baby what you doing?) the house smells of cinnamon and garlic and dhaniya...and it makes me complete..yes it does..a beautiful house, a soulmate, an apron which says "kiss the cook", a huge kitchen and good food.
Once i am done with my first loves(G and food) i move to my other priorities, bathing.especially in summer, cuz i spen 3/4th of my life in the bathroom. And oh all my strawberry chocolate infused bathing products make me feel out of the world...absolutely..and oh psssssttt i love it when G sniffs the moment i step out of the bathroom ;) now you know why i say "soulmate"
Do you know we have 37 plants in our two balconies , which G and water religiously.Someday i dream of having cinnamon rolls and coffee in our balcony, with a black Labrador resting under my feet..errr..no actually i would love to see him standing on his hind legs on the railings and wag his tails..blisss!!
And of course evening are spent going out,just driving around to buy grocery,do things that need to be done,so even if i need to take a passport size photograph,i ask G, if the top looks bright.you know certain colours make me feel prettier..pink of course is my pet,i love the glow it leaves on my skin,i like the feel of cotton on my self in summers, i like chiffon duppatta's which ruffle when i walk,holding hands with G. Its surprising how my hands slip into his when we are walking down the roads in Aundh, the way my hands rest on his leg when he drives in the crowded FC road, the way i ruffel his hair when we stop at a signal..the way i play some dhik chak numbers, as he frowns on my choice..
Sometimes when we are with friends, so many of them get "shocked" yes shocked on seeing my tattoo and tell him"lucky dude" and that smile on his face..ohhh i have forgotten all the pain i went through for that tattoo, that smile sweeps me off my feet even after two years .
and now as i write this, the very busy man who was reading something, has quitely come and sat next to me, watching his DLF IPL as i peep and look at him from my laptop, let my hair loose, so i can get pretty again(he likes it that way) and hope i have answered "what kept me busy"
and if you have anything more to ask...let me know...i promise, i will smile, roll my eyes, put some lip balm and get down to answering :)