The Road Taken

Of Burnt Toasts and Sexy Eyes

It was one of those mornings again, when my phone, the toaster, the washing machine and a couple other things which I was the least concerned about were going off at the same time. I quickly went down the stairs, checked the laundry, came up and took out my half-burnt toasts and picked up my phone while buttering them.

‘Good morning, beautiful.’

His voice brought a smile to my face, like it always did. I can’t believe after all these years he still manages to sweep me off my feet.

‘Morning. You’re outside my building, aren’t you?’

He chuckled at that. ‘Yes, and you’re running late again aren’t you?’

It didn’t occur to me when his habit of picking me up to work became a  routine, and now it felt strangely odd when he didn’t call at mornings, which was when he was busy in a surgery, or gone out of town. Those were the rare instances when my Mercedes was put to use, and now I wonder whether it was intelligent of me to buy that pricey a car when Kabir practically drove me everywhere.

‘Just wait for a few. I am on my way out.’ I picked up my purse, hastily shoving whatever was lying around it in, while searching for keys.

‘No problem, take your time.’

‘How sweet of you, you don't mind being late because of me?’

‘It’s not that, but I can’t risk seeing you without proper makeup thus damaging my sexy eyes.’

‘Jerk. How can eyes even be sexy?’

‘I don’t know, the receptionist may have told me that once or twice.’

By this time I had reached his car. Opening the door, I said, ‘Let’s go then. I may need to advise her to go see an ophthalmologist as soon as possible.’

He leaned towards me and we briefly kissed, all the while laughing. We had come to the stage where we could joke about each other’s appearances and not feel insecure or humiliated. None of us was perfect, but we had fallen in love with all the flaws each of us had.  It almost felt like being a married couple; and knowing that we’d be one soon scared the shit out of me, I also couldn’t deny that this was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.  

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So here’s the first installment, and I know it is far from perfect, but PLEASE tell me how you feel! I need all the criticism and suggestions I can get. So comment or message me your thoughts about this story. Also, this story is set in India. Lastly, English is my second language so feel free to point out any grammatical mistakes.