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— The Classic Hiccup

The first three fragments of my imagination and wishful thinking are available on the links below.

The Girlfriend’s Journal

Bae and Bae-ryani

Lyrical Screwup

The Classic Hiccup

After the first few months of puppy love and sweet-nothings, there comes a phase of “love” and “nothings”.
It is pretty safe to assume that we have reached that phase in our lives. This is a classic hiccup. Every relationship goes through one.

The other day, we went out for a dinner date and were so glad to be back home by 10.30 pm. Damn right folks! We used to step out of the house at this hour. We had dozed off when after a while we heard a slight crash and bolted upright. (False alarm). Now, that both of us are up, we find ourselves perched on the balcony . It is cold and slightly breezy. It is also 4 am.  We were up almost the entire morning, talking. The “talk” eventually turned into an argument. At this point, I am too tired to argue any further, so I come back inside and try to sleep. We both sleep, mad at each other.

When I wake up in the morning, I half open my eyes and find the Boyfriend curled up against me. I literally could not move. It is very rare that we have a fight. We usually call for a truce after a while. This time, I am not budging I decide. I don’t want to rob ourselves of this beautiful moment as well. I smile inwardly and go back to sleep again.

When I am finally up, the Boyfriend is nowhere to be found. I groan and curse him a little. It is a weekend. We were supposed to be spending quality time and binge watching our favorite sitcom.

I am still seething with simmering anger. I unlock my phone, deciding to call him.
Our happy faces on the wallpaper smile at me. Uggh!! I hate him. I will continue to hate him for maybe 20 more minutes!
I am not proud of it. I do not call him and my phone clicks as I lock it again.

After a while, he saunters in with a very cocky smile on his face.
I stare at him with obvious annoyance. My stare follows him as he makes a beeline for the table and puts down a brown bag and empties out its contents. The smile intact and his gaze focussed on the contents of the bag.
He smile and looks at me as he holds up my favorite breakfast.
*Damn it! Well Played.

“Peace?”, he asks with a grin.

I smile, “Peace.”

That is our truce, and all is well in the world again.

***

We are both under the blanket, our head hot and heavy, gasping for air.

My eyes are tearing up and I ask him, “You wanna do it again? This time you go first!”
He shakes his head vehemently. “You go first!”

I resign. I wrap myself in the blanket, pull it over my head and take a deep breath.
My face disappears in the Steam Vaporizer as I inhale steam. This time my nose burns and the Boyfriend breaks a fit of sneezes.
You see, we both caught a terrible cold and flu.
We were both under the weather, for almost a week.
Courtesy: Balcony Rendezvous. Damn you Winter air!!

Every Cloud has a silver lining.
We don’t fight in the cold anymore.

Plus, the new Steam Vaporizer was the second best thing I bought at the Medicals today.
Best money ever spent!

***

Idina Menzel ∼ Let It Go..
“Let it go, let it go..
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn,
Let it go, let it go..
Here I stand, In the light of day..
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!”
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