Freshly Baked Love and Laughter


As I stood admiring that freshly baked piece of chocolaty heaven and struggling to keep my hands off it, my phone rang. Hubby dear had called to inform to that he will be late today (also). Normally I would have shown some kind of displeasure about the news but the aroma of that cake had probably numbed my senses and I plainly said “Ok, no problem”. My husband who was expecting some resistance, misread my response and thought that I was upset with him. In an attempt to manage the situation, he asked “so what are you doing”. I told him exactly what I was doing “admiring the chocolate cake”. “What cake?” he asked. With a devilish smile on my face, I replied “the cake which you sent me.” There was silence on the other end of the phone. And then came my husband’s reply in a very grave tone “I didn’t send any cake for you”.



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Valentine’s Day had arrived with a bang. Though I no longer feel the need to celebrate the Day, some memories associated with it still makes me chuckle. We (me and my love) have never actually “celebrated” Valentine’s even during the “affair days”. No fancy dinner dates or gifts. A rose has occasionally come my way, if and when my husband had been unable to escape the hype of the Day. But planning and doing something extra-special was never demanded or offered. However, Valentine’s Day has become very special for us because of this particular incident that happened few years back on this very Day.

My husband who worked in a private bank was super-busy as it was the last quarter of financial year. I was on a sabbatical and spending days at home with my new-born. Valentine’s Day, that year, fell on a Tuesday so it was completely out of question to ask my husband to be home on time, let alone before time. I was lazily surfing through the numerous TV channels airing Valentine’s Day Specials that oozed love and romance. However, I soon got bored by over-the-top display of love and emotions. But the Valentine’s bug had already bitten me and I decided to bake a chocolate cake for the occasion. So a nice heart-shaped (cheesy, eh?) chocolate cake was baked. As I was admiring that freshly baked piece of chocolaty heaven and struggling to keep my hands off it, my phone rang. Hubby dear had called to inform to that he will be late today (also). Normally I would have shown some kind of displeasure about the news but the aroma of that cake had probably numbed my senses and I plainly said “Ok, no problem”. My husband who was expecting some resistance from my side, misread my response and thought that I was upset with him. In an attempt to manage the situation, he asked “so what are you doing”. I told him exactly what I was doing “admiring the chocolate cake”. “What cake?” he asked. With a devilish smile on my face, I replied “the cake which you sent me.” There was silence on the other end of the phone. And then came my husband’s reply in a very grave tone “I didn’t send any cake for you”.



I immediately realized what was happening. And the devil in my empty mind quickly devised a scheme.

Me: “Of course you did. Don’t make any pretenses, my dear A. Who else would send me a chocolate cake with a bunch of red roses on Valentine’s Day”.

A: (A was now completely shaken) “Somebody send you roses too? May be the delivery is for Junior A” (Junior A is my brother-in-law who used to stay with us).

Me: (He is falling in the trap, I thought) “Nope, not for him. The card has my name on it. A, I know you sent me these. Please don’t pretend”.

Card too? A is now totally and helplessly traumatized. Reply came in a slightly irritated tone.

A: “I have not sent you any of these. Frankly, I didn’t even remember it was this stupid day till a few minutes back. Who sent you those?”

Me: “You didn’t send these. Wow, I have an secret admirer I guess”. (My afternoon which was going to be completely uneventful had just become super-interesting. So I played another card) “Umm, I was thinking we could eat this cake together when you come home. But I don’t think you would be interested in this cake now. So is it ok if I eat this now. It looks so yummy.”

A snapped: “You want to eat that cake. That’s what you are thinking. Aren’t you worried”?

Me:  “Worried about what. Somebody sent me a cake and flowers. I am happy actually.”

A had lost his temper and patience by now.

A: “Do as you wish. I don’t have time for all this. I got to go. Bye”.

The line went dead.

20 minutes later.

Door bell rings. Husband comes inside trying to look calm but fuming within and looks around for ….you know what. “Where is it?”, he asks. “There”, I said. He looks at it for a few moments, “thhaaaaattt is a home-made cake which you always make”. He gives me a puzzled look. I innocently replied, “I was bored…..”. All he could say was “WHAT?” before collapsing on the sofa and laughing hysterically.

“We have to celebrate this” was the final verdict and we actually went on to have real Valentine’s Day dinner date with all the fanfare. And no, he did not go back to office that day, if that’s what you are thinking.  My Husband has never been late on any of the Valentine’s day (or birthdays or anniversaries) after that. And yes, in commuting between office and home, 20 minutes has been his all-time high (usual time is 45 mins to 1 hr).

We will be celebrating 12 years of our marriage this year. In our routine lives chasing the clock, we forget what we mean to each other. Incidents like these remind us of how special we are for each other.  It’s important to love …………….and it’s all the more important to laugh together.

“This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.”
                               



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