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  Eight am in the morning and the wait is finally over. Tea was made and transferred to those cups. (Seriously..the tea effect can work wonders. I always believe in the tea effect.)

              The tray was lined with biscuits, tea, and newspaper. The accessories of tea; always create the idiosyncratic effect increasing the total impact. I am on a mission today and I needed all the things. (Wait newspaper will delay my mission so scratch that). I tossed the newspaper under the couch. Let the world stay out of sight today, it’s Sunday anyway.

                 Two months back, I married this guy, well now my husband who is a busy-busy man. So every Sunday, I have this one thing on my mind. Gotta be – less time, desperate measures.

                 Carrying the tray, I walked back to our bedroom in my morning look( As much as the guys think that morning looks are natural, beauty companies charge us a lot for that. But guys don’t have to know, right?)

                  Anticipation gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach as I opened the door and saw him awake, half sitting – half still lying down on the bed; the Sunday pose he calls it.

                “Good morning, my man.” My cheery voice accompanied the brightest smile like the sunshine of Miami. (Wait too much. lesser… lesser… lesser. Okay. Perfect.)

                “Good morning.” Smiling cheerfully he stretched his hands both sides like an old Hindi movie heroine and then stretched his knuckles till they cracked like an old Hindi movie villain. (Can’t you act like a hero. Focus. Sorry.)

                The tray was set, the man was kissed (seriously I prefer it censored off from here) and we sipped tea. I gave him extra few seconds to let the tea-effect work.

                “Newspaper?”

                 “It didn’t come. Maybe Bhhola is late.”  (Told you less time desperate measures.) ” You know Radhika came yesterday. She told me, her husband went to this amazing Habib Salon in the central market.”

                 “Yeah?”

                 “Uh..huh..” I nodded as I brushed my fingers lightly on his cheek. (Two months old marriage, but the subtle hints still work better than the words.)

                 He looked deep into my eyes, a pair of glittering eyes and a pair of laughing eyes into each other with the smolder in them. Slowly parting his lips he said, “And…?”

                 “And…I want you to go get shaved today.” (There…Finally, the butterflies settled. Must be the tea effect… tea has amazing effects really. That’s why I use herbal tea from Re…Focus…really.) “You haven’t shaved since ten days. You said Sunday, last Sunday. Remember?”

                  “Ha…I knew it. But no. Come on, this is my Ben Affleck look. Look at this. I trimmed so beautifully past three days. It’s finally coming in shape. I am a superhero. I am Beard-Man. Beard-Man.”

                  “No… please, it doesn’t suit you. Looks like your ‘Paro’ ran away. Please shave it.” I made the kitty face…my last resort.

                  “Aww.. you are my Paro. I’ll definitely shave next Sunday. Promise, I’ll go pro.”

                  “Pro? To the Habib Salon?”

                  “No. Better. To Anwar Barber.” He said and ran to the bathroom. “Beard-Man.”

                 “Beard-Man…Weird-Man”

                  (Mission failed. Gotta try something better next Sunday.)

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Inspired by someone who doesn’t want to be revealed here. So Thank You to him.

Copyright: Lipi Gupta,01/27/2018, 9:00 AM IST

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Comments (2)

  1. Sahiba Kumar - 06 Nov 2020

    Such a funny and beautiful story. I thought this was a real story. But when I read another poem then I realize it's just a story.. Right. Enjoyed thoroughly. 😂😂👌👌

  2. Mary Ann - 06 Nov 2020

    Awesome. So funny

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