Posted in love, True Story, Inspirational

Waiting….

waiting

There is a possibility that hubby would be back home in two days or three.  I am planning to cook up a storm tomorrow.  Cakes,quiche and curries are in the do list.


 

I am waiting to hug and to be hugged

I am waiting like when I was nineteen

What’s wrong me with me I think, I should have enjoyed the peace and quiet

But I was waiting ..

for a phone call or a silly text

I remind myself, I am not nineteen

But I know him better now than when I was nineteen

We have been through so much and love has kept us together

Together we waited for so many things

 

Waiting for the pregnancy test results was nerve wrecking

Waiting for the two bundles to be born was exciting

Waiting at the house auction was nerve wrecking

But together we made all those waits worthwhile

 

I am waiting to see him walk through that door..

Looking slim and slender (HA!HA – I can see the pigs taking off to the air already)

With his arms wide open – Most likely it would be the dog who would get the first greeting

With a bunch of fresh Dandelions for his Girl (Dandelions you ask!!  read my post on the Dandelion Guy – https://uma197.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/the-story-of-the-dandelion-guy/ )

 

Waiting becomes so much more bearable when you can wait with someone.

Waiting becomes worthwhile when you are waiting for that someone.

 

I am waiting to live the rest of my life with my love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in True Story, Inspirational

When life gets busy…

Kids are all grown up, the once young couple is now heading towards the mature years.  It has always been the simple things in life that gets me glowing.  But more so now than before.  With age and life experiences comes the better appreciation for such things.

I had the most simplest of day-out’s with hubby today.  But it has made my heart feel mellow and has definitely put me in a good mood.  Nothing special at all about the days beginning.  It started with our WIFI not working and needing a call to the telco company.  Followed with ‘man of the house’s’ unwillingness to help and his wife speaking her mind. When she speaks her mind, she really speaks her mind.  She doesn’t use swear words, but there may have been elements of black mail.  “Ah! you cook your own dinner tonight…”  for a man who stuffs up two minute noodles this is really the ultimate threat.

Well apparently he wanted to have a cup of coffee first.  Once that was sorted, he wanted to bail out by going to work with the ready excuse “have reports to write”.  I reminded him of the shirts that I bought, that needed to be exchanged as they were too small for him. I am going to be unavailable for sometime starting next Saturday.  Thirty one years  of married bliss has made the poor man incapable of choosing shirts for himself so he caved in to go shopping with me.  I mean to just that one shop and then he had the rest of the day to attend to his reports.

The Jeep is his pride and joy.  It’s no Maserati. but it sure gets treated as one.  He likes to put on this air as a tough and ‘don’t care’ macho man.  But that’s just the surface.  At times he could sound rather callous too.  But when you peek inside you see a sentimental mush.  He is an automobiles enthusiast.  None of them due to their status or luxury.  Him and the boys regularly make way to car shows (well not so regularly but when ever their free time and car shows align together).

However  the Jeep holds a special place in his heart, especially the wrangler type ones.  He learnt to drive on a Jeep with his dad.  Although the lesson only lasted the one time as the day ended up with disagreements as usual, it still holds a special place in his heart. More so than he likes to let it out.  So this Jeep takes the special place in the garage while our regular cars are left to fend for themselves on the driveway, the curb or at times even the grass/lawn.

It was a nice sunny day but temperature was low enough to enjoy the day.  Once again we started off with a regular squabble, “where did you keep the keys? you were the last one to drive” as usual the scapegoat was going to be me.

Yes, I was the last to take it out. As on that auspicious day I had lent my car to his work mate whose car was at the mechanic.  So reluctantly he gave me the Jeep.  But, but, but … I quickly remembered that I did not park it in the garage.  So he was the last to drive. Got him on technicality.

Squabbles don’t last long (most times).  We both laughed at each other, I was happy to prove that I was not in the wrong (as usual) and he sheepishly was trying to butter me up.

We may be past our prime but in our hearts we are the same when we first met.  I am not talking about anything hot and heavy, but something as simple as holding hands still makes me feel eighteen again (well in my case nineteen, that’s when I met him).

The mirror –

Shows the grays and the wrinkles.

Shows the muffin tops that’s refusing to hide 

and that one hair that peeks out of my chin

But oh mirror!

Those grays and wrinkles are of two lives who have lived.  Of lives that at times had almost drowned to the bottom of the sea bed.  Each one of us has taken turns to resuscitate the other and together we have surfaced up to the top by just strongly holding on to each other.

But oh mirror!

You do not know the struggles I’ve been through to get those muffin tops.  Even the big tummy on my hubby, it took many years and many beers to get there.  Just like Rome wasn’t built in a day.  It is a sign that our lives were not just misery and doom, we made time for fun and laughter too.

And mirror!

Who gives a dime (You could replace it with a ruder a word if you wish) about a hair that peeks out of my chin.  Because the most important person, that is my husband, with his diminished eye sight can’t see it anyway.  So if my man doesn’t care who gives a dime anyway.

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So the young couple in spite of what the mirror was telling headed happily to the shops.  Friendly banter followed at the shops, the mood was so good and they decided to have a coffee.

We found this gorgeous cafe in the beach side suburb of Glenleg.  Struggling with reflux I am not allowed to eat or drink anything on that menu.  Decided to be a half a rebel and had a short black which later followed with ‘milanta’ (antacid).  Made a date with hubby for next mothers day.  So he is going to take me there for breakfast on Mothers day, May 2019.  Hopefully by then I would have sorted out my reflux issues.  We laughed about making a date for a year later with the waiter.

When two people are happy they infect it to those they come in contact with.  So the moth and the butterfly went on spreading the pollen along the way.  It was just a drive and coffee but feels like so much more. Life has been so busy lately and when you have no time and even the little time you get together becomes so precious.

I don’t want the moon, I just want to watch the moon with you.

And Oh Mirror! if you have ears and you hear us squabble.  Don’t be afraid.  Squabbling is our way of communicating.  It is our way to show that we are both equal.  It is our way to show that we don’t conform out of fear or lack of freedom.  You will notice neither of us are afraid to admit wrong or defeat.  We both know the value of love, life and loss. So we don’t hold a grudge and waste our time together.  I know I married a mule.  And I know mules can be stubborn.  But, I also know, when you work the mule favorably, it’s a great animal to carry your burdens.

Here’s to more squabbles(maybe little less of them), wrinkles and gray hairs.  Here’s to more simple things in life and growing old together.

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I don’t want the moon, I just want to grow old together watching the moon with you.

Posted in True Story, Inspirational

I met him online ….

leo baby

I ponder for a subject to write about today.  On cue my companion nudges me to remind me of the time, it’s dinner time.  His stomach clock is better than the latest ‘Fit Bit’.

There was recently a blogger requesting all to share their love stories and made me want to write about someone other than my “Dandelion Guy”  https://uma197.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/the-story-of-the-dandelion-guy/

 

I met him online …..

This was my first time going online and drooling over different types bodies.  Some very masculine, some just petite and cute.  I hadn’t decided and I didn’t know what type would suit me and my family.  With that excuse I spent hours researching about different breeds.  Luckily dogs don’t call you out on generalising them as per their breeds. I think that would be pure breedism (there is actually a thing called dog breed discrimination obviously – I invented breedism).  I saw a comment that referred to Beagles as great landscapers.  I am sure there are Beagles who don’t dig and there are other breads who may dig. Anyway I am someone who does a Phd before buying toothbrush (mmm… pity I didn’t do that when picking my husband), so I continued with my research.

I had spent days searching through websites of animal shelters, dog breeders etc, one day while at work, let’s say during my lunch break, I continued with my online perving, then I just stopped.  My eyes fell on this adorable hunk of meat.  His eyes, his googly eyes just hooked me right in.  I rang the phone number given and said “I want him”.  I rang my husband and said the same thing.  It was love at first sight.

That afternoon we picked our boys from school and headed straight to meet my new guy. He was simply divine. There were others with him, they were cute too.  But, my eyes did not sway. I looked at Peter, the owner and said “Yes, I want him”.

It was a hot day, a very hot day, so Peter told us that it was too hot for him to travel that day and to return next day.  The forecast was cooler temps for the following day.  He gave us advise on things to get ready for his arrival.  But we paid for him and returned home slightly disappointed to return home empty handed.  Not exactly empty handed, we took home his new bedding, his own crockery, toys, food etc.

I couldn’t sleep all night. The few times I dozed off, were filled with dreams of my little cuddly boy.  The next day slowly dawned.  I still had to get through the drudge of the days living responsibilities.  Finally school pick up and we go straight to see Peter.  Leo2

He is mine.  Apparently he is ours and I have to share.  Okay I will share but he is mine.

He is of mixed parents.  Not sure who is who but one of them was a Pug and the other a King Charles Cavalier.  He wears the wrinkles better than anyone I know.  His snout is flat but not flat as a pancake as the pure pugs.  His name is Mr. Galileo Ganesan and mostly referred to as Leo.

He is a Foodie.  He has even tried out bird seed.  He went through a lot of trouble to obtain that treat and may have been disappointed to find that it didn’t taste as good as the Kangaroo Salami that Arj (my youngest) has packed to take to Japan. Well that was really to his liking as the next day he showed interest in tasting the second pack.  It was so good he even didn’t mind the wrapper or the metal clip at the bottom.  He enjoys the fruits from our garden.  It doesn’t bother him that the peaches have pits, he just downs it all in one go.  But his personal favourite is my mum’s Sri Lankan “Hoppers”.  hoppers

Loves his creature comforts.  He doesn’t see the point in sleeping on the floor when you can sleep on the couch.  A couch with cushions is even better. What would make it perfect would be a heat pack.  These are not things we have given him, these are things that he acquires himself.

leo on couch

leo on cushion

Some may refer to him as “fat”, I prefer the word “portly”, yes I think he just a bit portly. And it could be muscles and not fat?

This gorgeous thing has a serious side to him too.  He came to me, at one of my darkest of times.  I was on remission but then I had to go for another surgery to remove another lump.  Surgery was brutal, but the recovery was even worse.  I could hardly move.  Once my husband and son left home, it was just him and me.  He knew that I was in pain, he followed me from bed to the couch.  He kept me company, he kept guard outside the bathroom door.  He was my companion and he was my Protector.  This surgery was 5-6 years ago.  But just like that scars that remain in my body, he remembers it far too well not to guard the bathroom door. So even to date he keeps watch outside my bathroom everyday.  Doesn’t like anyone coming home after a blood test with the bandaid on the inside of the elbow.  He knows too well, it was a sign mum wasn’t well.

He understands packing a suitcase means someones departure.  He doesn’t mind my husband packing just the hand luggage, he knows dad’s just going for business and will be back tomorrow.   But big bags means big leave.  He will start to mope and his eyes will droop.  It will break your heart and rip your soul.

Yes, I met him online.  There is truth in “love at first sight”.

Posted in Daily post

Love, Lust – Fifty Strands of Gray

lust

He throws her on the bed, rips open her blouse…  She says “Don’t stop… Please”

For those of you who started reading, because of the Heading and then you read the first line, You can’t wait to continue, nervously taking the second bite on the biscuit… Shame on you.  Go back and read the Heading, it’s Fifty Strands not Fifty shades you lustful lot.

The way I understand the two words, Love and Lust is as follows:

Although both words are intertwined there is still a difference.  Although both words appear as mirror images, well it is a mirror image – they look the same but one isn’t real. I am not saying Love is real and Lust isn’t.  Love is real for those who want love to be real.  Lust is real for those who are not in it for Love.  Love and Lust can co exist, but only if Love takes Precedence.

Most of us have our own ideas of what Love is and maybe even what Lust is.

My take on what Lust isn’t..

She says “I am not ready”, and he says “I will wait” and that isn’t Lust

She says “Sorry, I don’t want to anymore” and he stops and that isn’t Lust

She’s had kids, her body is showing clear evidence of it, and he says “Honey you look beautiful” and that isn’t Lust (unless he uses that as a line)

She is in the nursing home with more than Fifty Strands of Gray Hair, she doesn’t remember anyone, not even him, but he still visits her to have breakfast with her.  And that definitely isn’t Lust

He (1) is diagnosed with AIDS. He (2) stands by.

He (1) is getting frail.  He (2) is still there.

He (1) and He (2) have reached more than fifty strands of gray hair

He (1) takes his last gasp.  He (2) is still there, sobbing his heart out.

Was that love or Lust?  

 

He (1) is diagnosed with Cancer. He (2) stands by.

He (1) is getting frail.  He (2) is still there, cleaning up his vomit.

He (1) and He (2) have reached more than fifty strands of gray hair

He (1) takes his last gasp.  He (2) is still there, sobbing his heart out.

Was that love or Lust?  

 

For the love of God Australia, let the Gays Get Married

 

Daily Post word Prompt:   Lust

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lust/

Posted in love, marriage, Sri Lanka, True Story, Inspirational

The Story of the “Dandelion Guy”

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Taken on my maiden voyage “MV Lanka Sri Mathi” 

To My Darling (but sometimes a pain in the neck) Husband

I want to tell you a story of a “Young man with a Dandelion”.

Thirty years ago on this date, a young man (slightly dashing I might add), took a garland and then a jewellery named “Thali” and said to this rather naïve and pretty thing, “well I am your husband from this day forward”

But the story begins way before that.  This said young man had apparently vowed that he was never going to get married (well that’s the story he is spinning currently, so I have to go with that)

It all changed when he tagged along with his sister to the Sri Lankan Tea fields.  His sister had a friend who lived in the picturesque hill country of Sri Lanka.  Couple of days of the fresh air and cups of tea somehow started to have an effect on this young man.

At the same time his sister’s friend had her own convictions.  This girl avoided all advances or even a suggestion by the opposite sex.  She sneered at girls who went gaga over boys.  In her mind that was all a waste of time.

She had a clear plan for her life, she was not going to even contemplate boys until she was 23 or 24 of years of age (there was a method in her madness, thought it might be a distraction until she finished university).  And when she was ready her suitor would be someone who was about the same age or not more than a 5 yr gap, No smokers, and only moderate drinkers were going to be even in the running.  Well she had no idea that she was going to throw away all these rules just for a dandelion.

The three of them (the guy, his sister and her friend) took a pretty innocent walk down the tea fields. There must have been a change in the wind direction.  Nothing else explains the rest of the events.  The guy suddenly plucks a dandelion by the way side and offers it to this girl.  Their eyes lock.  She thinks far out it’s just a dandelion.  They were laughing and talking about stupid things until then.  There was no build up for this.  There was no Andre’ Reiu or angels playing the harp.  Just a dandelion and maybe that special look but something changed in her.  Not sure what led the guy to pluck the dandelion.  But according to him, she was different than others; she had somehow gnawed into his brain.

Many things happened after that, some sad and some mundane. But after two years, so 30 yrs ago their journey together began.

 

This dashing charming but slightly arrogant young man thought that he was marrying a beautiful young girl, who would dance to all his whims, do all his chores, and he thought he was set for the rest of his blissful life. Boy was he in for a shock. Little did he realise that this girl, who wore a nice naive smile, who looked pensive and obedient was in fact, (when prodded) was rather bull headed and was exactly like him.

In spite of the clashing horns, there was still a lot of love that kept the unity twined together. Also the Dandelion guy learnt that he was mostly wrong and even when he doubted the verdict, it was still better for his safety and well being to apologise to his wife and listen to her.  So obviously they lived happily ever after. (Time to time he forgets but he soon learns his mistakes)

 

 

The girl does have a few messages for the Dandelion guy.

Thank you for the Dandelion.

Thank you for the German erasers you stole from the ship

Thank you for being there for me when my dad died

Thank you for marrying me

Thank you for caring for my mum as your own

Thank you for all the encouragement and being honestly proud of me when I was studying, you even cooked pizza for me when I got back late from College.  And you hate cooking.

Thank you for giving me two beautiful kids

Thank you for always thinking about us before you

Thank you for accepting my friends as yours.  Especially accepting Lalith means a heck of a lot for me.

Thank you for being there for all the highs and lows of the Westpac life.  You gave me the confidence to excel and the courage to stand up.

Thank you for being the rock during my health scare.

Thank you for never doubting me and always believing in me.  (Well have the same courage that I will stop at the traffic light, trust me, I am not colour blind)

 

Now she has some requests/ or demands

Never forget that we are a team.  Lean on me when you need to.  I am/ and will be always there, right beside you.  All I ask in return is for you not to mix up the spoons, curry spoon in the curry and not in the rice.

Don’t forget taking care of you is kind of taking care of us.  So please, take care of yourself and give me the opportunity to grow old together.

And please know that your gal still loves you.

Posted in Daily post, Word prompt

Forbidden Love

forbidden love

Since the time of Romeo and Juliet, no even before that, Love was forbidden for one reason or another.

Love was forbidden because of religion, social status, race, color, cast, money or even gender.

Love should be the most natural thing in life, but Hate seems to take over at most times.

I don’t think we have the right to forbid anyone from love, especially when we know,

what it is to be young and to fall in love.  What it is to be old and still feel the flame.

Just because you can’t get how two people of different religions can make it work…

Just because you can’t get how two people of different skin colors can make it work…

Just because you can’t get how two people, one rich and one dirt poor can make it work…

And

Just because you don’t condone a man in love with a man …

Sorry, we don’t have the right to forbid love

 

Ps

But I certainly hope the girls my boys bring don’t have tattoos and piercings.  Ugghh… I hope I don’t have to eat my words.

 

 

Daily post – Forbidden

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/forbidden/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Daily post, Word prompt

I loved her so much

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Uncontrollable rage, he is seething with rage

How could she?

I love her so much, I give her everything,

Yet she seeks another

She says she didn’t, she said “you are wrong this time”

I don’t believe her, I CAN’T believe her.

 

He enters the house, sees the two used glasses on the table.

His anger reaches another level

I hate you so much, I give you everything

and yet you seek another

 

Sitting beside her motionless body

He weeps,

still aimlessly striking her with that hammer

I loved her so much…

 

Word prompt : Aimless

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/aimless/