Everyday when I reach home, a lonely room, a glass of milk, some corn flakes, and an episode of Monk awaits me. But today is different. For the first time in a long time, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with love and affection is waiting for me, eagerly.
I know him for past two days only but it feels like eternity. Is it due to his innocence or due to his deep curious piercing eyes? I am so excited to get back home but the day doesnt seem to pass. I have called home several times to check on him. He is in a different world. I am the only soul he is familiar with and since I am not around, he is incessantly wandering around the house trying to acclimatize himself with the new surroundings. He is missing his pals, badly.
After hours of waiting, the day has come to an end. I am glad that I will be able to see him in next one hour but guess not so soon. Turns out that the weather has changed from pleasant to stormy. I am trying to console myself that despite the storm, roads will be clear of any jams. I am also hoping that the storm is momentary and the weather will resume its pleasant self in a few minutes. They say that separation makes love stronger but not so in my case. I am getting perplexed.
Agitated, maneuvering thourgh traffic, I managed to reach home in two hours. He is deep asleep but guess he could sense my presence. In a few minutes, he is wide awake. He cries out for my attention.
He is nestled cozily in my lap for 15 minutes and cant get enough of it. I tell him to get off so I could settle but he doesnt budge. He looks up, then looks around, and then lowers his face pretending to sleep. I wait and watch. Finally, he feels hungry and decides to jump off my lap. Meanwhile, I freshen up.
Its playtime for him. He follows my footsteps around the house. That's his way to nag. I give in. Guess that's what we call the purest form of love and affection. Welcome home Frosty!!
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