You Are Enough

𖹭 Harshad

I sat back in the seat, taking a sigh of relief as the work for today was over. Its been a week since the project was going on, which had kept me more busy than usual. The hectic week gave me less time to relax but the relief that it is finally done, gave me more energy: to enjoy, to relax, to celebrate and be in the arms of my lovely wife Nisha.

Getting up from my office table, I gathered all my belongings and called it a day. Heading to the parking lot, I came near my car and as soon as I was going to sit inside, heading home, I heard a familiar voice call me. I tried to see here and there, following the source of voice as the closed parking area gave an echo effect. Finally I saw the person nearing me and waving his hand in my direction.

"Harshad! Nice to meet you man!", my old friend Yash enveloped me in a warm friendly hug and I was teleported back to our graduation college days.

We used to go to college together, with my bike. It all started at the last semester, that we got close as friends, when I knew he came to live near my home. I would pick him up on my way and drop him before going back. Then after degree, he took M.Phil to become a professor while I went in MNC.

"How are you Professor Yash? What brings you here, out of your college premises", I asked him playfully and he just shook his head, smiling in response.

"I came here to give motivational lecture as a part of training to freshers. My former students recommended me here".

I could hear his happiness and satisfaction in his voice. He always loved teaching and while explaining a topic to the class, he was always ahead of us, and our Professors used to praise him for his skills.

"How is your married life treating you Harshad? Any good news", he wiggled his eyebrows and asked me indirectly if Nisha and I are pregnant.

I rolled my eyes and replied, " No! Not yet. You tell me, when is your marriage? Can't find a suitable girl Professor? Tsk, tsk". I purposely teased him. I married an year ago and here he was, still busy in college, studies, lectures, students and notes. Sometimes I wonder what friend I have- an antique piece! we run away from studies and books, while he choose them as his career. Huff!

"Come home for dinner Yash, let's live some good old days". I stopped my thoughts as I saw the time in my watch. We can head home and spend some friendly time together.

"I would love to. It's been so long that we have met. I will get to meet Nisha Bhabhi too". He replied in affirmative and we sat in the car, heading home.

We stood outside the apartment and I ringed the doorbell. We were busy in conversation and I frowned when Nisha took some time to open the door. Glancing Yash, I took a sigh of relief as he had not noticed it yet.

The door finally opened and there stood my wife Nisha, wearing a deep blue dress. She looked ravishing in her calf-length, a-line dress with her hair tied loosely in a clip. Her nuptial chain and sindoor - the only ornaments she wore as she smiled at us opening the door more wider to enter inside.

"Bhabhi! Remember me? Yash- harshad's friend?" He said in overly sweet voice, smiling widely at Nisha.

I rolled my eyes internally at his silliness. Ofcourse she knows him. Though we both are of same age and Nisha is three years younger to us, still he prefers to call her bhabhi.
Typical teenager still in school!

Nisha calls him bhaiya since she feels he has a protective yet friendly aura as a brother.

"Ofcourse Yash bhaiya, I remember you. How are you? And how is everyone at home?" She answerd giggling and I smiled seeing Nisha's happy and concerned nature. She cares about everyone. And she doesn't need any topic to start a conversation. Unlike me, who is restricted only to some familiar people.