Being Faazil

Expectedly, the most common teaser from my friends these days is how's my life post Marriage, assuming I would repeat those overtly secret oneliners. But I love to react the way it is, "Married Bachelors". That's the way we live today.

I get up at 8.30 and leaves for office by 8.45 in the morning. I take bath if I feel like, and rarely conmsumes breakfast. But a tight hug and some quick passionate kisses, ensuring that I would be back in a few hours, between me and my lovely wife have become a creative addition to my morning menu. Yes, I have started loving formal wears in place of my ususal zeans, T-shirt. It is rather a thoughtful exercise to give an equal opportunity to the long kept formal wears see some light of the day before vanishing into oblivion, no matter if some people in the surrounding act to not have recognised me with formal attire.

Even as I join my job she slips into her leftover dream on the bed. She lies there till she loves to be there. But she would be all ready by 1 pm when I reach home for lunch.

I would always be there with all necessary non-sense ("faazil", that's the word she uses for my sweet non-sense) and she with her many untiring special skills including posing before the mirror at regular intervals, talking at length about face care and singing and dancing to every possibility.

We eat together, cook together, dance together, and still love to be together when nobody is around. We see our love, smell our love and eat our love while walking, driving, cutting vegetable or watching TV. As the clock ticks 3 pm I jump onto the bath room. I want to leave soon and she tries to experiment some new outfit on me. Both of us play with the Deodorant and I leave for office much like in the morning.

I believe during the second half of the day she does some reading apart from other stuff. Our evening starts with two glasses of glucose-water, then driving, gym, juice centre, gupchupwala and many more only to return home by 9.30 pm. Then she would be on to the Tv and I onto my lappy. After a while, I too join her on the same sofa. It would be 11.30 and we head for the kitchen. Suddenly, I get reenergised to try out some new dish and she does the final touch. By 12 we are again at our love bed. She grabs her Olive bottle and I love watching her as always.

For her, we both have become more "faazil" at this hour of the day.