Love Started With A 'Boo' | ✓

Episode 5

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘢, 2020
𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘵

The major problem of life is learning how to handle costly interruptions. The door that slams shut, the plan that got sidetracked, the marriage that failed. Or, that lovely poem that didn't get written because someone knocked on the door, or, the resplendent and gripping story of love & passion that got sidelined by two overstimulated crazy birds, I further added narcoleptically to the transcendent quote of the great Martin Luther King Jr, a brilliant spokesperson of the era of 1950s.

"What? You had just neglected our gorgeous Pritika on our wedding day? And what had happened to your case? Why are you skipping the important parts?" the crazy couple definitely had taken some insomniac pills the way they were fully stimulated at even two in the night. I, along with Pritika, both had sleep evident in our foci but they were inevitable to hear our story. I could've recommenced but I noticed the drowsiness in the kernels of my wife, and I adhered to start our story tonight.

Yawning babyishly, Pritika released out her little irritation, "Meera, we'll continue this story in the morning, please? I am feeling drowsy now". I knew how implausible her siesta was to repress and how much avaricious she was about it whenever our Rasgulla was gullible-sleeping.

Giving I-don't-have-a-choice-other-than-to-sleep look to my friends amalgamating it with my sorry smile, eventually, I made them go to their room which they had secretly booked according to their surprise plan for us. But I couldn't overlook the Better-you-tell-us-the-story-in-an-interesting-way look that they had thrown at us while getting up from the couch.

I dropped them till our door as any good host and a best friend would do even at two in the twilight and when I returned, I saw that Pritika was already snoring on the rug where she had sat earlier.

Was I really a poor storyteller or was my story a boring one? I couldn't fathom and looked at my Boo girl in adoration. Three years had passed yet she's still the same.

Bubbly, funny, prank-specialist, carefree, lovely and short-tempered too.

These were the adjectives that she had made me a master in from the cosmos of her arousing life and pizzaz nature.

Also, another hallmark on her featured-list, she was resistive to the insomnolence of any beverages. Coffee, water, tea, everything had already waved a white flag in front of her ascertainment for sleep. That's why caffeine didn't affect her resolution against her sleep and she had just catnapped on the rug.

Smiling at her sleeping figure, I plucked her up from the rug and settled her on the mattress. "Good night, Boo Boo," she breathed sluggishly opening her one eye in her drowsiness. No doubt I found her as the cutest and the most beautiful teddy bear of the world, I chortled at my thoughtfulness and pecked her forehead. After making sure she was correctly covered under the comforter along with our Rasgulla, I closed all the openings and the lattices, embracing the queen of sleep to submerge me too in her tranquillity and dormancy.

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"Rasgulla, such a sweet name you've given to your daughter, Preet," cuddling Divyanka in her arms, Meera rustled out looking at our baby in adoration and love. Pritika and I could only chuckle sheepishly at that as only we were aware of the inference behind the name Rasgulla.

Contemporarily, we were in the toy train from Kalka to Shimla, it runs on a narrow-gauge track and is known for its dramatic views of the hills and surrounding villages. The historic Kalka Shimla Toy train is part of the UNESCO World Heritage List and takes individuals on a ride amongst vast green hills and deodar and pine forests and the breathtaking mountaineering ranges of Shivalik.