Love...

“What the f***… “ I cursed the lift.

This was it. It couldn’t get any worse. It had been a terrible, terrible day! Tears welled up in my eyes. God hated me. He did. Helpless, I dragged myself up the stairs, my breath interspersed with muffled sobs. I had hit nadir. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I reached my destination—the seventh floor.

The door was open. He stood at the door, impatient, waiting for me. Alas, I was so absorbed in my sorrow that I walked right past him into the living room. He could sense that I was upset. Without uttering a word, he followed me into the kitchen. He stood there, looking at me as I opened the refrigerator, poured myself a glass of water, and gulped it. He still stood there, probably giving me time to come to terms with myself.

I sighed and started to walk towards the bathroom to wash my face. After gaining a little composure, I opened the door of the bathroom, only to find him waiting right outside. He simply looked at me with his deep brown eyes. He wanted to say something, probably ask me what was wrong; however, I was in no mood for such games—deciphering what’s going on in his mind. In a huff, I walked past him to my bed and lay there sobbing.

Suddenly, I felt him close, next to me, the warmth of his breath on my neck. The next moment, I felt his hand on mine… a sort of reassurance that he was there for me. I needn’t worry. His hair rubbed against my shoulder, still moist and fragrant from a shower about an hour ago.

I turned. Our eyes met. Oh those deep brown eyes! By then, my sobs had subsided a bit. And then, I closed my eyes as his lips landed a tender caress on my cheek. His grip on my hand tightened, as though he held it to calm me down. I opened my eyes to look at him. I can never forget the look on his face—innocent, reassuring, smiling, calming—it touched me deep inside my heart. Traces of a smile appeared on my face. Not a word was spoken. But still, I somehow knew that with him by my side, everything was going to be okay. He loved me… unconditionally.

Tears welled up in my eyes yet again, but this time around, they were tears of joy, of love, of belonging. I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair, smiling and crying at the same time… to which, he responded…





…with a jubilant “Bow wow!”

All was fine. Life was beautiful again. With Trixcy around, it would always be…


PS: This post is espcially for Trixcy, my pet doggie. Every evening, he waits for me at the door, and follows me all over the house wagging his tail. He can't read this, but he is right here, sitting next to me and staring at the screen and now, at me... with the same deep brown eyes, as I post this. :)