The empty coffee mug lies at the bed side table. Its 8:00 am. I opened my eyes to the glimpse of a framed portrait of us, clicked last year at Aryan's 2nd birthday. Next to it, a frail leftover cheese cake on the china dish and a half emptied glass of wine from last night, the torn Durex wrapper lying next to it. I could hear the sound of the morning hawker crying incessantly out on the street,much to my annoyance. I turned over, snuggled up inside the blanket. Always hate it when the morning sun glistens on to my face erratically disturbing my sleep, i tried to shut my eyes off and laid my hands over his sleepwear and the book that he had been reading in the morning, 'The autobiography of Malcolm X'... why is he into too much of these biographies i wonder, i started reading once but it bored me to death, i sighed! His phone rang, careless whispers filling the air, i know he hates such phone calls, hates when he is in there, to a much needed morning shower. He used to coax me a lot before,inside for those early morning showers with him, but 'an early morning cold splash doesn't arouse me babe' had told him once. He had laughed and tickled me down there much to his pleasure and to my early morning erection. He came out 10 mins later rubbing his wet torso with the blanket,saw me awake,came over, smiled and kissed my cheeks. 'An early morning desolate wife calls her husband to come back home! Ria called,call her up' i said, tiny sprinkles of water dropping down my face from his wet hair, 'Ah ya, gotta drop Aryan to school today, she is leaving for work bit early.' he said, avoiding my sarcasm! He went and sprayed himself with the Park Avenue cologne. 'Too strong' i clinched.. 'for a much needed monday morning' he smiled and searched for his favorite briefs from the wardrobe. Within a few mins, he dressed himself to his much cherished and my much hated corporate attire, holding the steaming hot coffee mug and the Deccan herald he came and sat next to me. 'Wake up lazy bum, still naked inside!' He grinned and went back to reading the paper, i leaned over and laid my head on his lap, my face to his crotch. He stroked my hair 'Get up, u r getting late for college, will call u from office, Ria's going out for her cousin's wedding this weekend,shall we plan up for a short trip somewhere nearby?'' Ah! monday! the much hated word! another week ahead, another 5 days of not seeing each other (bless the cell phone!) another wait for the weekend, another wait for the love making sessions, but most importantly... another wait for that 'body' that i have become, in due course of time...so much addicted and accustomed to!!
