Tucked Away In My Heart - Laughter

And the laughter. What laughter ….just thinking about it is making me smile.

He has this deep belly laugh. Sync that with his baritone and the combination is rich enough to make you forget your blues when he laughs. Pair that up with my roaring laughter and people would surely turn around to want to be part of something truly hilarious…even if we were laughing at some silly little private joke.

There was this one time (of the very few that we met) when we wanted coffee and went to a popular chain of coffee stores – mind you this is still a time when “drinking coffee” at “coffee bars” was a fashion statement and the very “with it” thing to do. So here’s this couple sitting there, - obviously us – and obviously moony about each other, and they’re talking away very prim and proper – nineteen to the dozen, obviously exploring each other’s thought processes and all that, till something catches the girl’s attention. She starts with a small giggle, the guy leans towards her and says something which has her snorting and then moving on into her “I’d like to shake the world with my mirth” kind of laughter. Seeing her, he starts to smile. Then she says something that tickles his funny bone and before people have had a chance to roll their eyes at the “unsavviness” of it all, they’re both in gales of laughter!

A few people smiled – that is what laughter is supposed to do – really – a few grimaced – ‘very impropah, I tell you’ – I almost heard them say – but I couldn’t care less, could I? I was laughing, with the man I loved….and mother of all, loved me right back….it showed in his eyes, it showed in his tenderness, it showed in his protectiveness, most of all, it showed – loud and bl*&^%$ clear – in his carefree laughter.