It was her thirty fourth birthday.
People rejoiced and wished her in the best ways possible.
Her hubby, a life time admirer of hers, had gifted an enchanting necklace just like the one she had long been craving to adorn herself with.
Even her kids were mature enough to give her sweet little surprises like love-notes and thanksgiving notes pasted on doors and walls of her room, flowers, hugs and hand- made cards thus making the day a very special one.
|(Celebrating my 34th birthday)|
She had richness of all sorts amassed within the four walls of her sweet home. Perfect! E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. j.u.s.t. p.e.r.f.e.c.t!
What was it that didn’t allow her to feel blissful and contented? Actually she had probed the depths of the mirror last night. It didn’t make her happy as it always did. She was stung by the painful thought that she was getting older. The grey strands of hair were getting just too stubborn to be concealed any- more.
She felt insecure when she had to do her hair in a way that might keep the salt and pepper from view. Was she going to dye? No! She hated to resort to such artificial means. Did she suffer from any mortal fears? No!! What was it then?
Did she fear her husband wouldn’t love her if she grew old? Perhaps yes!!
|(Thanking almighty on my birthday for these smiles. Yeah Sanjay is still shy of smiling on camera :P)|
Did she worry because she thought she might not be carrying herself well in the social gatherings with such a mature look at such an unripen age?
‘What happened sweetheart?’ her husband approached her and asked kissing her hands. ‘Nothing. I’m fine.’ she sobbed. ‘It’s your birthday honey!!’ ‘Ummm. It is.’ ‘The occasion calls for celebration!!
Where have these silly tears come from?’ he was startled.
‘See; I’m getting old…’ she rather exposed the grey bunch of her hair to see how he reacted.
‘Is that all which makes me birdie go off colored?’ he laughed.
‘You won’t love me now onwards; no?’
‘I love u for your beautiful heart dear. You look awesome! Really! Getting old together wud be fun; no?’ he clasped her feminine frame to his masculine broad chest.
‘U mean it???’ she asked wiping her tears with the pads of her thumbs.
‘I mean it. I love you honey! Come on let’s celebrate.’
|(Let the celebrations begin)|
Note: The post above is written by Maya. You can read her last post – Wrong Number, Good Kiss and a Great Love.
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