I sit by the window. I look at the starry sky. I glance at the calender. March 15th it read. I smile. My eyes, teary. Soon, i found myself walking down the memory lane. A bottle spinning around on the table only to stop pointing towards me. I flush. He smiles. I could read his mind. He had the question ready. Ready to utter the words, only waiting for me to choose truth or dare. I say “dare” and wink at him.
A daughter, a sister, a wife and then a mother! And the loop continues. Its a never ending job, with promotions but with no pay. We women have been doing this for ages. And most importantly, we do it for free.
“I love you.” These were the three simple words he said that day.It was 6th of January 2010. No flowers, no chocolates, no bending on knees, nothing. Just those three words with a crisp smile on his face! Yes, it was pretty astonishing for a first proposal.. but it was what it was. All that he had to offer was his simplicity and his love. Walking just beside him was a girl dressed in a pink kurti and black pants. Smiling shyly she walked with both her hands locked behind. They walked along the park as silence lurked in. Only to break the ice, he offered her to drop her home. She refused. Bidding goodbye was tough for him, he wanted to hold her hand for eternity.