It is another beautiful day in Pangalore. Another beautiful morning. At a distant horizon, the sun is till waking the lazy souls up. There is cold in the air. Not shivering cold but enough to not let go of the blankets.
I somehow pulled myself out from the bed, still half asleep. My phone beeped so did my heart. I knew the message was from my dream girl, who stole my heart and never returned it. Yes, My Girl messaged me Good Morning!. The perfect start of a perfect winter morning.
The phone beeped again, but I was not able to pick it up and reply as I was busy navigating through the morning mad traffic rush through the Pangalore roads.
Though my ears were not in my control, they somehow wanted to hear the voice of My Girl. I still have to drive to work with that constant urge to talk to her. It was a mini battle between heart and mind. Mind saying to continue driving and my mad heart constantly requesting to chat to her. Between all this struggle magic happens. My Girl called. I picked it and my heart took a sigh of relief. I don’t exactly remember what were her first words as I was busy soaking all her voice and replenishing the quenching thirst that I have.
Her voice was a bit bleak as she was still sleepy. Yes, it’s 11.30 AM in Pangalore but in London, it is still 6 AM in the morning.
My Girl: “I miss you a lot.”
Me: “I love you ❤ a lot.”
MG: “I have got my return date.”
Those words were like magic to my ears. I was already daydreaming her in my arms. She continued further.
MG: “The date is two months ahead.”
Though I was happy that she is finally returning but two months is a long time frame. 60 days, 1440 hours how will I spent them without her. Yes, my maths has improved a lot especially the table of 24 as every hour and every second spent without her feels like nearly a century to me.
MG: “You know what happened yesterday. My boss Lucio Pane was flirting with me.”
I felt jealous, possessive, outrageous and felt like hitting that Lucio out of London with a single kick. She continued telling further.
MG: “He was praising me for my work and ethics and dedication and complimented me for my looks.”
Me: “Oh! that’ nice. You are awesome and gorgeous and amazing and beautiful and I am lucky to be your husband.”
MG: “I love you. I love you. I love you ❤ .”
Those three words three times were music to my ears. All the jealousy, outrage just melted away in the symphony of her voice and for a moment I was lost in her thoughts. Thankfully I was at a red light and I got just enough time to savour that moment and lock it in my memories.
MG: “Good Morning husband! Now I have to say goodbye as I have to get ready for office.”
After a moment of silence, I broke it by saying “Good Bye, Love You”.
She sensed that I didn’t want to cut the call. So, she just kissed me over the phone. I wanted to kiss her in real. Feel the warmth of her lips touching mine. Bite her lips naughtily. Have our tounges fighting vigorously inside our mouths.
But with this long distance relationship, I convinced my heart with just a kiss over the phone. I said goodbye to her.
That little conversation and gesture of love in the end of it made sure I had a smile on my face throughout the day. The morning is indeed beautiful.