There is complete darkeness and not much noise inside the house. One can hear the hum-drum of the traffic outside though. No one is home. Yet. Its a little late in the evening, i think its just about to be 8. All of sudden, one can hear the tinkling of keys and you enter the house. You somehow manage to jugle all the grocery bags and swich on the lights and the fan.
You dump the bags on the coffee table in front of the couch, your purse including. Then you slump on the couch and switch on the tv. After a little surfing, you settle on some channel showing some singing reality comeption. You were never into the daily soaps and that hasn't changed. You look tired but not much. You watch for a whole minute without moving a bit, an achivement i must say. You realize that you need some water so you walk upto the kitchen, switch on the light and return to the couch with a glass of water. There was a jug of tang cooling in the refrigrator but you completely ignored it
You sit for a while, occasionally flipping channels. Then you get back in action. You change into a comfy pyjamas and a tshirt that is a faint reminder of what it once was. I did tell you a few times to do away with that tee but you solemly refused everytime. You pick up the grocery bags from the table and walk back to the kitchen.
Somewhere when you are about to add the tadka to the dal, i come in. Got my own keys so not much of trouble for you to open the door. I yell out that i'm home. You ask me to come to the kitchen. I walk there to gulp down a little tang. Unlike you, plain water had always been a problem. I give a small peck on your cheeks, you smile a little. We talk a little about routine chores and later go to change. I return to couch to catch up on some tv, i scream at you to join me soon. You promise to be there in 5 minutes, a promise that you can never keep. We both know that.
What we also know is that we are we are at so much at peace with each other. There is a very soothing calmness in our relationship. A lot of things have changed between us since we first met. Even love. But only the form we express it. What other may call as a boring married life, we call it blissful magic of togetherness.
