The Celebration

She frowned, deep in thought. It had been five months. Not a long amount of time by any measure. Yet, for a man who’d never loved before and for a woman who’d been hurt one too many a time, it was quite a lot.

She scrunched her nose, disliking every idea that entered her head. She needed to celebrate, for him, with him. Yes, she had had longer relationships before, but none that showered her with such selfless love, unconditional support and an infinite understanding of all her craziness.

He not only gets her, but he’s got her. And that fact, to her, made all the difference in the world.

It was almost midnight now and she had run out of ideas as well as the fuel to enable further thinking. There just wasn’t anything she could come up with that was worthy of the man and his love for her. She realised with a frustrated groan that she’d polished off an entire pizza and 3 bottles of beer in her quest for finding the perfect celebratory shindig. Her Google search history could put event planners to shame.

She heard the key turn in the lock on the front door. He was home. This time she let out an even louder groan.

He entered their room to find her sitting smack dab in the middle of the bed. Surrounded by empty bottles and an empty cardboard box, crumbs were generously spread all across the bedspread. There was also a pile of crumpled paper at the food of the bed. The corner of her mouth had a tiny bit of cheese hanging on. Her messy bun couldn’t be any messier. Her clothing, or rather his old tee that she’d sneaked away a month before and claimed as hers, was wrinkled and stained with ketchup and what looked suspiciously like beer spillage but could also be drool. Her laptop was dangling precariously over her foot, where she’d pushed it off moments earlier.

She looked up at him, all pouty and with a defeated air, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I messed up. I wanted it to be perfect. I’m so sowie!” She sobbed.
He smiled at the sight before his eyes. Walked up to the bed, scooping her up in his arms. Looking into her eyes he said,

“I’d never cherish anything more than coming back home from a long day at work, finding you in our home, on our bed, as adorable as the day I met you. Thank you, for being my gift. Happy five months, darling!”

The clock chimed the midnight hour. She looked up at him, wide-eyed and wiped away her tears, finally smiling after hours. She snuggled closer. Sliding her arms around his neck. “Thank you for making it back home in time.”
Nothing had ever felt like this much of a celebration before.

Update: Dhananjay Bhati decided to pen down the other side of this story to convey what went on in the mind of the guy above. Please click here to read his take on it.

How do you celebrate meaningful moments, that may or may not be a major occasion, with your loved ones? Let me know in the comments below! After all, the internet is all about exchanging ideas, isn’t it?

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  1. dhananjaybhati July 8, 2017 — 8:09 am

    Reblogged this on Voicing the Ephemeral Echoes of a Human Mind and commented:

    My post titled “Coming Home” was the other side of this story. Reading it, you can know what was going through the mind of the girl, to whom the guy went home to.


  2. I love the description of her when he comes home to find her in bed. It made the ending all the more adorable. Nice story.

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  3. [ Smiles ] Most romantic!

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  4. Oh, love is a many splendid thing, but never perfect. What sort of pizza was it.

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  5. I thoroughly enjoyed this, well done!

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  6. dhananjaybhati July 7, 2017 — 12:09 am

    Loved reading this post so much! So very beautifully captured the emotions 😊😊💙

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