When you make love to me...

I levitate!!!

I feel myself floating away in sheer bliss, I feel light headed, I feel loved, I feel warm, tingly, secure, impish and shy at the same time...I see a billion stars floating around...I feel the brightness of the sun emanating from our entwined bodies... I enjoy watching our shadows mingling on the wall... I love the breathlessness of it all... I love how you fall helpless and spent in my arms...The afterglow... The shy smiles...How you pull me into your arms, a protective maybe protective leg thrown across mine...How you play with my hair and rub my tummy...I aint no laughing Buddha, but maybe some day this would bring us our own little nudger... I love you baby :) and my baby to be....

Why I love my Hubsand # 99

We went out on Saturday night to a dhaba close home, indulged in some delicious vegetarian fare, some light bubblies, played with our friend's precious baby, laughed our hearts out and packed some delicious (or so we thought) food to take back home and eat. What with the restrictions in place and threats of police cracking down on us, we need to, ridiculous!

Enough transgressing, we go back to our friends place since it still is 11.00 pm, we grab our liquors, I carry the adorable baby girl four flights up and we hit the terrace. What a beautiful night! Starry, cloudy and moon lit. Sigh! We admire the open grounds around us, laced with trees in patches, the high rise buildings next door, even as the boys contemplate the possibilities of the wonders that will appear at the seemingly endless pool of the high rise soon enough.

An hour and more of friendly banter, mush, gurgles, teasers, nudging and pulling legs, sips of vodka, whiskey and breezer, trips to lighten up the bladder and cool breeze in our hair, later, husband suddenly chirps: "My life revolves around M!"

I have a smug and content smile now :)

sweet sweet sugar...

That's right...my husband...my sweet darling husband has just joined 40.9 million other Indians in being inflicted by the friendly sugary monster. I will not let it impair his daily life. Sad that I need to curb what he eats, but will definitely serve truck loads of sweet, sweet love. He is amazing, a fighter at that and shouldn't let this tie him down. My baby, I am here for you always.

P.S: I did cry when he wasn't looking, because he told me, M you must feel cursed to be with a sweet old Sugary husband like me. I laughed and smacked his big broad back to show him I was strong, but then cried my heart out.

I am scared because he has begun losing weight big time, but the good thing is now he has no choice but to cut cigarettes and alcohol from his life and lessen meat consumption, somethings I nag him about incessantly.

Sweet, sweet husband, we will fight this out and when you are stronger and out of this strangling little note of "I have 'D******s' M", we will make sweet little babies who are just like you.