Thoughts.Beautiful thoughts.Very beautiful thoughts.Thinking about your Mr.perfect is really a good thought .Tall,fair,sharp cuts,strong,cute and thousands of more qualities which can not be described just in words.
I might sound racist but this is exactly what I want .Someone with all the good qualities but yet down to earth.On the other hand my mother is also responsible for my racist choice of boys .She had always told me that I am a princess ;actually a pretty princess. If I am a princess, I deserve a prince charming just like my mother got my father.My prince will always keep that sweet smile on my face .He will play with me but I will be the ultimate winner .He will never ever stop me from shopping and watching movies.Basically he would do everything to make me happy.
My heaven like day dream was broken in between by an earthly creature,Samar.
"Come back to the present .",he said in his sweet voice.
"Thank you for the breakfast dear.I hope it's better than yesterday's",I replied in a mocking tone.
Samar is a brilliant cook when it comes to noodles and instant coffee but otherwise he is no better than a boiled potato.Tasteless.He has now learned to make some snacks and veggies which he repeats every alternate day and every time they taste different.I wonder God has gifted him millions of flavors in his hand because he can make the same dish with same ingredients taste different when made more then once.Sometimes they taste good and sometimes weird.
But the love with which he makes food for me is magical as it makes me eat anything he cooks because i can't cook myself . Few months ago I lost my hands in a road accident which made me unable to work for at least a year before the last surgery.
"You are way beyond it my loving husband",I replied in a playful voice.
Samar.my love.my caretaker.my life.