Love? (standard:humor, 414 words)
Author: carefree	Added: May 12 2002	Views/Reads: 3498/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A nice story with a liitle contridiction which one of my personal favourite... hope you'll like it

It was my fifty-fifth's birthday today. Looking at the man laying lazily
on the big, soft couch, every hope of getting a decent present this 
year died away. I could never expect any susrprise from this unromantic 
chauvinist. 

Busing myself with the house chores, before long, nightfall arrived. I
knew that my husband would prepare the same monotonous celebration for 
me,the similar looking braised duck would be staring me off the table 
dressed up in black sauce, strictly, no surprises. This had become a 
ritual for him. Trying to forget the hurt, i further drilled myself in 
the piles of office adminstration work, finding 'comforts'in them while 
waiting for his call to the celebration. 

Amazingly, his yearly eleven o'clock call did not reach my ears this
time. Although feeling curious, i did no attempts to find out. 

Suddenly, my world turned into a pitch of darkness halfway through my
work. A familiar pair of enormous chiselled hands over my eyes. I was 
bewildered at the thought of my husband trying to be romantic. 

Without a word, he led me out of my tiring,boring world into the
warm,loving era of his. He whispered instructions into my ears wanting 
me to feel the present he bought for me. 

Feelings of excitement, love and happiness surged up to the very core of
my heart.Eargerly i lowered my hands into the box.My first touch with 
the cold solid sent a thrilling shock to my whole body, charging me 
with a new form of unexplainable energy.With my further curios 
explorations, i came to find out that the mysterious gift turned out to 
take the form of a circular objuct with tiny little pricised cut of 
object protuding out of it. 

My heart screamed with joy when i run my fingers across this delicate
object. Somehow or rather,i knew that it was going to be a diamond 
ring.Finally, he acknowledged my desire. I had been hinting him for the 
 past thirty years, but each time he conviniently ignored my hints. By 
giving me this ring, he was trying to prove that he actually 
appreciated  me and my efforts of bringing up his two sons. 

I could not wait to show him my gratitude to his generosity. 

At last, his hands inched away from my eyes. Slowly I opened my eyes,
anticipating the look of my diamond ring. 

My eyes flared opened to the size of teacup saucers, when i saw a
duplicate of my lost button of my favourite dress.


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