The Wish (Part II)

Continuation of The wish (Part I)

The Wish

I was thrilled to crack the dream but was sad that I couldn’t accomplish when Zahra was alive.

I asked Ashok where I can get a boat for a night.
“That will cost us an arm and a leg grand pa but I can help you with a cheaper one, as my uncle owns a couple of boats which you can use for a few hours daily. By the way, do you know how to row a boat?” asked Ashok.

“I would also like to learn rowing a boat, as ‘m not an expert at it. But I need a first class boat at any cost.” I said.

He understood ‘m serious about it and said “I will try to get a decent boat for a low-price. May be you can at first practice on some cheaper boat.”

Ashok sounded promising which made me happy. And the idea also worked. After coming back from work I started directly going to the lake to practice rowing. For a week, my hands ached badly, as I was straining continuously. But the more I practiced the more I felt ‘m closer to live my dream. Slowly I developed rowing grip and it became a good hobby.

One fine morning; I took a break from work and approached Ashok’s uncle to hire a boat for one complete day. In return I paid him Rs.2000, from the savings I made for the last two months. I waited for the evening at the lake, watching the Sun hung in the sky like a copper ball and steadily dipping down. When the darkness is approaching slowly, I took my boat and started my ride. In no time, the sky in the night looked as though it was wrapped in the blanket full of stars. Now I have been rowing for an hour and got to the middle of the lake where no one’s around. With boat on waters, the sky above and I; really don’t know what I’m here for but deep-down my heart I‘m waiting for a miracle to happen. I ‘m feeling cold but it’s comforting, ‘m happy but nervous, ‘m ready to wait over-night but as well desperate. May be it’s just a dream, why did I take it so seriously wasting all the money for this foolish ride. May be not, I have to wait to know.

Out of nowhere I can now see two shooting stars. Well, when ‘m here to fulfil Zahra’s wish, what I can wish for. I ‘m missing Zahra and wanting an end to this loneliness. As the shooting stars passed by, I could see two stars winking at me, as though they are the same two stars which I always dreamed about. It’s almost 12 in the night and I know I can now head back. Ashok was waiting for me at the door steps. Neither he asked something nor did I tell where I have been to. I just thanked Ashok and said I had a great time today. “You look brighter and appear a few years younger” said Ashok. Well its nothing but the effect of moon light, I chuckled. We went to sleep after talking for some time.

I slept that night happily feeling Zahrh’s hand on my stomach and her right leg on mine.
I ‘m not awaiting dream tonight, as I know our worlds are going to meet soon.

-D.D

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My recent fantasies which were unknown to me…

I ‘m recently married, it’s been just 2 months now. Well, I’m girl who never really dreamt about post married life not that m not interested at all but I never pondered about it much.

My initial phase of post-married life is going good and also strange. Yes, strange yet pleasant. *Touchwood*. These days when I go out with my husband, I get new ideas which I never thought of  before; I unknowingly grip his hand around mine. I don’t say it’s something not good but I never thought I would…. Rarely he reminds me to take away my hand, might be when he feels its lil over-do on my end (he..he) and that’s when I realize.

In India when I usually take the public transport buses, I remember seeing woman who usually board the bus from front door will tell the conductor to collect the money for ticket from her husband ; who might have entered the bus from the rear end. And the woman looks at her man from a distance; indicating the conductor from which person he can take the money. I know I sound crazy.. But I really want to do this once, especially in crowded bus (he.. he 😀 ;)).

Coming to something related to cooking. I don’t believe in the phrase- “The way to reach man’s heart is through his stomach”. I never liked cooking “before wedding”. Half of my lifetime so far, I listened to my mom yelling at me; ‘Please learn how to cook and how to keep house tidy and they are very essential for any girl to live life. How can you survive otherwise?’ I always pretended that I accepted … of course I learnt a bit of cooking as well but really never cared much. Now-a-days I cook and I cook okay, mmm may be better than okay… And I just feel it as miracle. As I’m hooked on to cooking unknowingly. Of course, Experiments do fail but very rarely …

Ya..I agree, he is the better one to comment about it though. 🙂

One more such fantasy that I can recall is husband bringing flowers to his wife in the evening while returning from office (Very Indian way) I don’t want you to misinterpret with the idea of sending bouquet of flowers online… Not jus any flowers, look at the picture below :P. Not the whole lot though! This may sound real funny.   he he.. 😀 I hope one day he will 😉