Tucked Away In My Heart - Sweet Serenades

"I wanna hold your haaaaaaand", he crooned. I nodded a happy blush...

Mind you this was still virtual love. He was still In Thailand, I was still in India. And yet here we were, dreaming of wispy curtains and Central Park style strolls (ummm...the places where either of us stayed, chances of a 4*4 patch of green were a hope, Central Park....yeah, right!). We slowly (!) got to know each other better. The 'escalation' of feelings was frenetic and we enjoyed the progression.

My morning would start off with stretching my arms - the right to stretch, the left to skim over the touchpad of my laptop to wake it up. (By this time, I, we, had started sleeping - in our respective places, naughty minds - with our laptops on - he used to sing me to sleep, I used to ping him when 'Hey I'm awake'!) I'd check whatever last few messages he'd left and swing my legs off my bed with the proverbial smile on my face and spring in my step. Brushing became a dancing activity and getting ready an enjoyable task rather than a what-do-i-wear-today-hartrumph-grrrr chore. I skipped out of home to the waiting cab (hey, I had a generous office!) enough times for my father to comment - "feeling rather lambish, aren't we" in amusement. "Aah what a beautiful morning - hey why are you so grumpy?" "Ummm....just - it's been raining cats and dogs, my newly done hair got undone coz of this incessant pouring - what are YOU so jolly about?" - this last one from my cabmate in response to my rose-colored view of a gloomy morning. Reached office, quickly got my most critical tasks out of the way, handled the few troubled (till now miserable, nasty, negative people) souls with what they needed before I settled down happily with Bhavna and Mala to 'discuss threadbare' the nuances of 'last night's Nonuvations'....conversations are a)boring, b)could con you...but Nonuvations(Copyright, Trademark and all that legal jargon in the name of this oooh! damsel) - aah - For Nonu, Of Nonu, By Nonu!

And then it would be time for me to call Nonu and wake him up. With a song. My favorite song for that day.

We had a happy songy thing going. He'd sing me to sleep, I'd sing him awake.

Serenading sure can be fun.