3-09-14
11:55 pm
After a long day filled with rendezvous with the upcoming models and clicking some extraordinarily good pictures i got back home at 11:00pm.I parked the car in the parking and pressed 21 on the buttons of the superannuated lift.Finally,after reaching the 21st floor i tiptoed to my main door with my mind busy thinking about how to calm my wife fuming with anger down.I opened the door quietly and i see Sarika asleep on the dining table with her forehead resting on the table.Her hair cascading down the red kurti she wore.I wonder where do women get so much patience from.For the last seven years Sarika has been doing this.Leaving her aims behind,far from her own parents just helping me out to make my career.She wakes me up with the bed coffee,sets all my things up and there hasn't been a single day we haven't eaten the dinner together.Even after working the whole day,she never feels tired and keeps waiting till i return.Not to forget she still manages to look damn beautiful.Her brown eyes,the rosy cheeks and that cute innocent smile.Oh! its just enough for me to forget my not so happening life.
At one corner of the table are the two plates waiting to be served with the food of love.I wake my sweetheart up and that kid like look on her face melts me down.She wasn't angry.She said work was more important.I kiss her on her forehead and she gets up to get the cold food warm.All my favorite dishes were prepared.I went to the bedroom to freshen up and walk back to the dining putting on my gray tee shirt and black bottom.My eyes couldn't believe the sight.The room was lit by candles and Sarika comes with my favorite ferrero rocher pastry in hand, singing happy birthday song.How on earth could i forget my own birthday? And for the past seven years the birthday gift was more of this woman's love and care.I adored her presence of mind,the way every small thing about me meant important to her and the way she made every day of my life so special.After cutting the cake, Sarika blindfolded me.It was gift time.She poised the camera over me and i felt on cloud nine that very moment.It was the camera i have been dreaming about my entire life.She saved from every expenditure to gift me the camera of my dreams.I looked at it with my mouth gaping.My feet couldn't stand on ground.
After the sumptuous dinner,it was time to go to bed.I kept the camera on the table at the corner,near the bedroom window and flicked the lights off.I still couldn't take my eyes off the camera,starkly visible due to the city lights.The night life here was one of the most exciting scene ever.I loved the liveliness of the place,it always gets me going.
4-09-14
2:00am
I couldn't get a wink of sleep in an excitement of owning my dream camera now.I move my hand slowly from beneath Sarika's head and walk towards the camera.I hold it in my hands like it was the most delicate thing that ever existed.The cool air from the window blew on my face,awakening the photographer in me.Soon,it started lightning and clouds began to pour.I walk closer to the window and the monsoon of this place is breathtakingly beautiful.I knew it was the perfect moment to click some pictures on my new camera.I saw my beautiful Sarika deep in sleep and quietly locked the door from outside.This time i decide not to use the lift, but to use the stairs.It was all calm on every floor i passed by as people had to get lost again in the commotion early morning.I decided to walk to a near by beach as beaches are known for their beauty in rain and i dint want to miss this chance.
