Sweet Rascal

It’s almost 6 pm and I’m still waiting for him in the bus stand. I’ve been waiting for more than 45 minutes and he hasn’t turned up yet. I tried calling him on his mobile but there is no answer. I don’t know how long I need to wait for him. I remember the first time when he promised to pick me up from here, he made me wait for almost half an hour and he still continues to be the same. If there is one word that is missing from his dictionary then it would be definitely ‘Punctual’ and if there are some words which he would always love to use then it would be ‘Love’, ‘Care’, ‘Concern’, and ‘Affection’. I don’t know what these words exactly meant, until he came into my life. I’m still waiting for him.
Ours was an arranged marriage, once the engagement was over I thought he would call me out for a first official date, but this idiot didn’t. I still used to criticize him for that. I waited for a week and then I called him out for a date. He accepted and was even ready to pick me up from my place. We thought of going to beach around 5.30 pm, but he came at around 8 pm with a guilty smile on his face saying he was held up in traffic. From that day till now he hasn’t kept his words. Anyways he didn’t disappoint me any longer, he took me to the beach on his bike and it was such a romantic experience. He asked me to hold him by his hips and did some sorts of heroic stunts while driving just to attract me, but I was rather scared than enjoying it. The moment we got down, there was a gentle breeze welcoming us, I had been to this beach umpteen number of times but haven’t enjoyed this kind of breeze. I was thinking there was something special in it and yeah it is because he is with me and this is my first date.
I’m so frustrated that I kept on calling his number even though I knew there wouldn’t be any response since there was none for the past 30 minutes or so. I’m feeling damn hungry and yeah this is the same way I felt that evening when we got down from the bike. Before I could start, he took a rose from his pocket, kneeled in front of me and said those 3 magical words “I Love You”. After our engagement I was wondering how this guy would be since he didn’t call me for a week and even on engagement he didn’t speak much but the act which he did mad me say Wow! This guy is so romantic, and I couldn’t have imagined anything better than this. I fell in love with him for the first time. He then held my hand took me to the sea. Everything, right from the breeze, waves, sand, pop corn seems to be new to me. It was just because of him. He was late but I should say he made my day. We had dinner and again it was time for lovely bike ride and soon we reached my place. Before I could enter my house he asked me close my eyes. I thought it was going to be my first kiss, but it wasn’t he took a gift from his pocket and placed it in my hand. My first gift, I would say and it was the beautiful gift of my life. It was a small crystal ball with my picture on top and his on the bottom with all romantic wordings between. It was not something that was readily available in the market and this is where I came to knew what he had been doing that whole week.
From that day, till our day of marriage my mobile bill rose like the US dollar rate and he would be always yearning for my call. When asked why he didn’t call me when he needs to speak with me, he would say that it won’t add spice to the romantic feeling and getting a call at the expected moment when he wants to speak with me indicates my love it seems. I don’t know what was the logic behind that, but I really admired that and yeah of course love doesn’t have any logic. And yeah even till now he didn’t call me and informed that he would be late and I’m still waiting in the bus stop.
I knew he would definitely come and there was not even a small doubt in the back of my mind. On the day of our marriage where he was asked to hold my hand in front of the sacred fire and say that ‘I won’t leave your hand and will remain truthful and always be there for you till my end of life’. I really don’t know whether he said what was instructed but was sure it was right from his heart and he told that directly looking into my eyes. That’s the second time I fell in love with him again. So far I’ve not spared even a single chance in thanking god for such a sweet husband.
After our marriage only I got to realize the other side of him. He was a lovable husband and at the same time he was a mischievous kid. Only those who really knew him well can make out this character in him. He never used to keep anything in a proper place and was a little spoilt. He never used to bother nor care for others word. He used to live his life as he likes and of course for me as well. He never opposes me in anything and used to agree with whatever I say right from my profession till the dress I wore. He always wanted me to be myself and that’s what every girl would wish in her life even after her marriage. And yeah even there were no such words like ‘Fight’ and ‘Argument’ in his dictionary. He used to listen to me patiently every time just by nodding his head. Daily he used to drop me for work and pick me back but not at the time he promised, coz he has never done that and he is yet again proving it.
Everyday used to start with a sunrise and end with a sunset, but for me everyday used to start with a kiss in my forehead and end in the same. The only day in a whole year when he used to wake up early was for my birthday. I remember last time on my birthday when he promised to turn up early that evening but didn’t and came as usual in his own timing, I was in full rage. When we came back home after dinner I started shouting at him like anything, he suddenly pulled me close to him looked into my eyes and said ‘I Love You Darling’ and kissed me on my cheeks. I was totally out of words; I don’t know what to speak and what I was speaking at that moment. First time I’m experiencing a romantic spell bound situation and I loved it. He knows how to pacify me and make me be at my best in these kinds of situations. The one thing I really hate about him is, he never used to accompany me for my sari shopping.
Time is 7.45 pm and he still hasn’t arrived. I don’t know how long I need to wait, may be another hour or so, he won’t be so late because he never used to miss those beautiful times at night. We always used to speak a lot before we sleep. Right from the day we got married till now we used to speak and it has become a routine. I always used to speak about my first crush, right from my school till college and how the day went. He used to listen to me patiently without any hesitation. I sometimes wonder whether he had covered his ears with cotton, he hasn’t. He always used to tell me, it’s advisable for man to marry a women who he would like to speak with, coz at their old age they are gifted only with this blessing of talking with each other. I always used to sleep in his arms instead of resting my head in a pillow. Every day and night was so beautiful for me.
Its 8.10 now and first time I’m getting a thought of taking an auto, but there comes my hero, and even now he is here for me and didn’t allow me to travel alone. I know he would again give the same reason, which he gave on the first day but whatever happens he is such a sweetheart, though I would like calling him ‘My Sweet Rascal’.