7AAM ARIVU

Why do moments of togetherness, sharing silence, exchange processes and sweet tit bits of talks die when we start living together? Perhaps the work space broadens and expands its shoulders between two loving couple making them as 2 different individuals staying together say – I give him space he gives mine. Why space when you have decided to live together? Can’t spaces be shared just as you were sharing it before you entered the wedlock? The definition of Work Space alters its behavioural appearance as when boy friend changes his disguise to become The Husband and not a Life Partner.
In the words of a Mine a Wife, “ We had decided to share our lives despite the differences in age, values, traditions, social positions and gender of course (!!!)
An expectation to survive together was promised [ perhaps too early !!! कम्भाक्त प्यार इंसान को क्या बना देता है.. गधा से उल्लू बना देता है .. love many a times misleads you to make promises and also foolishly abide it]
As always you will find Husbands soon after their (pun intended) wedding vows to seriously start taking their work, permitting Love to fly out of all windows (pun intended – especially if you are a Software Engineer’s Wife)!!!
I, the Wife pestered him to make Paani puris for me (although he told me he was working, somehow convinced him saying that a few minutes wouldn’t take much of his Engineering Time. He agreed to do it and it was just 7 mins that we spent Together, and all but he failed to see and realize the worth of 7 Minutes !!!!!!! I wish he should have grasped it ( THE 7 AAM ARIVU) spending every day 7 minutes with your wife really matters.
The countless minutes I and You as a Wife give you – right from the time you wake up, till you leave to your office [ including the Bye Kiss which we give to remind you that you have a place to return, to rest, to throw and throw your frustration] from your spoiled kerchiefs to your attrandum way of keeping things ( a grumble behind which every Wife does when she settles your things – I need to do everything, why the hell can’t you manage ? the grumble takes a back seat when she arranges you things – you must look good tomorrow )
A tear when she slices onions ; a fret when she makes dough, a pant for breath when she says, “ I can’t do all these all alone”. But then the moment glows its torch of awakening that her tiredness goes off – that she still needs to make this and that for U !!
Does the nod take a long time to nod? Love shrivels as dry vegetation.
The smile which she welcomes you when you get back home, the first morsel which says” This is the food for U – ( And I bet YOU love it, don’t you ?)
The kiss from her tired lips soothes your fatigue..
Why then after all these, and numerous other tasks she does for YOU, You become miser to give the 7 minutes of love, a help, a wink, a shoulder, a presence to say that U R THERE FOR HER……
Those 7AAM ARIVU – THE SWEETEST MOMENTS AS U AND I WOULD ASK OUR HUSBANDS TO GIVE.

A diference

Lots of differences in a similarity,
And this what makes every difference ,
ahead of a similarity.
Fluctuating moods of varied permutation combination.
A conditioned reflex of mine,
Like Pavlov’s salivated dog which wants to join you.
But as it then goes, within you, with lots of corrections, revisions
Of the situation not within your reach.
And that makes all the difference again
Ahead of a similarity !!!
I love you,
And you love me.
But then again, there’s a silence of different difference of distance in our
similarity of likings ; again,
All but again, the difference Conquers the Similarity !!
If as the poetic justice runs down the Life Lanes saying,
“= (Equal) mount of differences and similarities co-existing within our reach
How different our lives would be with without a difference?”