Panchnama pyar ka

He woke up to the random chirpingof birds. The air was sultry, typical to a summer morning and his eyes were blood shot, typical to someone who did not sleep properly.

He turned around heavily on his bed, getting ready to get awe stuck by seeing the beauty of his sleeping girl friend. There is a weird sense of attraction to her beauty. She is cute with her unruly hair spread all over the pillows, her thin eye brows stay there like a loyal nandi overlooking her eyes, the moola virat of the temple. He wondered looking at her if she is more beautiful with her eyes closed or otherwise.

Early morning times are when most people sleep like babies and the creative lot among them gets weird ideas for their blogs. But he is neither sleeping, nor creative enough to write a blog, but the time was such that he did get creative. He felt like an Indian laptop being browsed for the first time in UK. The speeds were awesome and he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of creative juices flowing through him like a 1 MBPS internet connection!

He thought about why there are no “males only” timings at his office gym while there are “women only” timings. He then thought about why the appraisals at his organization were always delayed and wondered a few other incomprehensible things about his manager. But when the EUREKA thought came, he sprung out of the bed like a toast and started shaking and waking her up!

Hey, wake up! He shouted like a traffic inspector asking for PUC.

After a few moments of vigorous shaking, she opened her left eye partially, muttered a few incomprehensible things and turned around pulling her huge bunch of wavy hair along with her. It only motivated him more, he is a man of conviction and he has to do it now!

Hey, wake up! It’s urgent, come on! He shouted making sure he did not miss the sense of urgency in his otherwise lazy voice. She woke up this time, her hands mechanically went towards her hair and a clip materialized from now where and civilization dawned upon her hair.

What is it? Why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour? She asked squinting at the table top alarm placed near their bed!

After many moments of discussion which is neither humorous nor bloggable, he managed to take her to his treadmill. And in no time she was running on it, the words “Do you love me?” are still echoing in her ears and wondered if these words really managed to get her on to the tread mill at this inhuman hours, at least for her. She wakes up at these times only to attend to natures calls and sleeps at least for 4-5 hours after that, but now she is running the treadmill all in the name of LOVE!

Why are you making me run? She asked continuing her favorite pastime- getting her pony tail tighter!

Do you love me? He asked her once again!

Of course! She said tightening her pony once again and running a bit faster now!

There was silence for a few minutes as her heart rate went up with the cardiac activity. He then stopped her and asked her to come out with him!

I hope you were not bitten by any dog yesterday night! Or did you booze yesterday night? It’s getting on her nerves, she was made to run down three floors now and he lives on sixth floor! So in all probabilities she will have to run down for three floors and she doesn’t deem it to be right.

Do you think I am fat? She asked checking out her petite figure which is very gracious in spite of her sedentary life style.
Are you going to ditch me or something? Five floors of running down has fiddled her neurons, considering that there are not many out there, it was but natural for her to become a bit tangential.
Her train of thoughts derailed when he asked her to climb up all the floors back now. “He must be crazy, maybe I should ditch him” was her initial reaction. They finally reached sixth floor and she has got nothing to think, rather she could not think now. Her heart beat is hovering around 160 BPS and if she were a V8 engine she must be doing some 250 KMPH on road ;)
He took her back to the bed room, where both of them collapsed on the bed. He then started playing with her wavy hair, making curls with me.


Talk to me, no?


He asked her, as he completed curling all falling on the left side of her forehead. He has now started curling the hair on her right side.

Are….you….crazy…….? She said gasping for breath, she could hear her heart beat and she is afraid she might have a heart attack if she did not rest.

You don’t love me anymore, you don’t talk to me anymore, our love vanished! You are so materialistic!

A tight slap ended on his cheek before he could even complete complaining.

Are you crazy? First you wake me up at this ungodly hour, make me go gasping after all the heavy cardiac exercise you make me do and when I am trying to take some breathe, you embrace me make it difficult to even breathe and ask me to talk to you? You are nuts! She said gasping for breath as she spoke each word!

EXACTLY!! Now you better stop complaining every other night, OK?

He looked into her eyes, he could see a small halo around her head, she got the nirvana and the both lived happily ever after!