Could We Sleep Together Tonight,no sex Only Sleep
I was in the middle of one of my computer sessions that day, where you stick your face to the screen, puzzling over those two errors standing in the way of your output. Simultaneously, getting jealous of the neighbor. I needed a splash of that mint flavored hand wash on my face. Then something came.
My good man, who hadn't texted since daybreak, had unusually mailed with no subject. I stared at those five words, spontaneously calculating the time he had taken to send this.
"Can we sleep together tonight?"
The format in which he had sent that, was quite impressive. A text message might have been childlike. A mail was sexy. I wondered from where he had picked up this caliber, and where he was right then. He was only a block away. Different building. Different class. Before I gave birth to another thought, a second mail followed. "No sex. Only sleep."
This time, all the blood in my body rushed, attacking my cheeks, before my brain did a thinking. That blush, would have unmistakably been blatant if mine wasn't a wheat-ish tone. I quickly typed the reply.
I still was shocked to seem him arrive at my place without any contraceptives. I learnt something important. To have faith in ourselves, a step ahead of what we have in our partner. Of all those 3 years of togetherness, I knew he was 'the man', only that night. That night, we slept together as one.
Now, my mehndi sits so dark on both hands. I laugh at the matter it is emphasizing.
"Can we sleep together tonight?" I received a mail.
Chuckling, I knew what was coming in the row.
"No sex. Only sleep", read the second.
"Again?", read the third.
"Gosh! Can you even think of something rather than sleep after a big Indian wedding?", I typed the reply.
Today, our wedding morning, we are laughing together as one.
I do not hear him.
But I know.