21st December, 2009//

Its an usual day at my hospital.
I am just out of the operation theatre, sure that the patient is now out of danger. Just as I am removing my stained gloves, my phone rings incessantly. I wash my hands and splash some cold water on my eyes.
I am too famished, to talk on the phone.

Its Riya's missed call. I check my phone, I missed her eight calls, the current one being ninth. A man's life is always at stake when he misses his wife's calls. I am eager to know what is happening to her. Just then my driver calls me,
"Sir car is ready! Il drop you. Its already 10.30 pm".
I sit with my neck on the seat rest and close my eyes.

The journey from my hospital, to my home is approximately 45 minutes, as I reach home, I ring the doorbell impatiently. My mom opens the door,"Maa, where is Riya!!!!!!!"
Mom looks at our bedroom, and smiles cunningly,
"Ssshhhh Rahul, she's busy as bee". Now I am dying to know what's cooking in the house.

I proceed towards the bedroom, push the door a little, and peep through it.
I see Riya standing in front of the mirror, I see her clear reflection! I peep a little more to have a more clear view, as she is unaware of me being at the door.

She has tucked a round pillow beneath her flowing blue salwar on the stomach, and is busy smiling in front of the mirror. She is busy posing some gestures and my joy knew no bounds.

As I open the door wholly, she is shy and is looking more beautiful than usual in her blue dress with the dark kohl in her perfect eyes, here she utters, "I called you so many times Rahul, why are you so careless, don't you know I am....." she is now shy and yes we were expecting our first child, very soon.

"Yes I know you are pregnant, Ma'am!!"
I pick her up spontaneously and we soon start laughing, cuddling, cherishing our proud moment together. It was our moment

I met Riya who mas my junior, in my college days at National Medicine Institute, 7 years ago. How I met her, was again a different incident all together! And we got married 3 years ago, how fast the things flew, from our first date, and later followed by many, then the marriage and today here we are expecting the first kid.

Today Riya is looking as beautiful as she was on her marriage, bride once again, and her face with a new glow.

I carefully placed her on the bed, kissed her forehead. She was my light and a bit savage. And my lady of course.