That night I woke up for some water, I saw him sitting there with his black diary on the table with the pen in his hands. I knew that place and that black diary for years but that night it seemed
something special is going on in his mind.
The cool breeze swept in through the window brushing my senses. I was enjoying the weather to the fullest. I wanted to go hug him and say “All the best Jay” but I didn’t. I didn’t want to disturb him. I knotted my long hair, adjusted my sari, went into the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee. The roasted beans filled the home with a sweet aura which I think, even till date, is the best aroma.
“Here it is sweet heart” I said.
He just lifted his head when I found the lines on his forehead disappear and his lips take a cute curve. I always admired his smile.
Months later, when he gave his new story and asked me to read, I was surprised to see the first line which said:
“Here it is sweet heart”
“To announce the winner of the day, I request Mr. Madhukar to do the honor” she announced. Ted was beside me, I suddenly realized that it was his big day where the same story was nominated for “The Booker Prize”, he was catching my hand and waiting for the result.
“And the winner is Mr. Jay Bhagat for the book “For her”…!!!”
Wow, the day is here. His dream has come true. He is definitely the happiest man in the world I can ever be with. Am happy to the fullest.
He kissed my cheek gently and said “Thank you mom for the first line of the story”
Written for Thursday Tales and this is an Anniversary Tale..!!!