A stain Of LoVe...

Wishing Preeti Shenoy loads of good luck for her book TEA FOR TWO AND A PIECE OF CAKE. Waiting eagerly for my copy:)

Another interesting prompt by her on the occasion of Valentine’s Day: Can a relationship be like a tea-stain? Why or why not?


10 years have passed. She still looks the same. The same old clothes fit her. Age hasn’t worn her out. She is the same-the same spark of new life when she laughs, her curls resting comfortably on her shoulders, the same gold ring embracing her ring finger, the same old poise and charm. She won’t change. If a decade couldn’t, a year or two don’t stand a chance.

She sits on the stool in front of the dressing table gazing at her own self. The cupboard door is wide open. From the position that she is sitting, she can clearly see the salwar suits, her denims, the neatly hanged shirts and the gorgeous party wears. She hasn’t been able to decide what she’ll be wearing for that evening. They haven’t planned anything as yet. She told him the previous day that they can have a quiet romantic candle light dinner, the recipes prepared exclusively by her. He can come over to her place and they can present the gifts they have bought for each other. But he insisted on going out, so she yielded to his request.


Yes, they have waged minor ‘cold-wars’ at frequent intervals. But every time it ends in their understanding each other much better. No two individuals are alike, she understands that and to keep a relationship alive, respecting each other’s sentiments and individuality is indispensable.


Women are women after all. The cell buzzes and his sms flashes on the screen. Damn! She hasn’t got ready as yet. Worst, she hasn’t chosen the dress she’s going to wear. Rushing to the cupboard, she selects her sky blue denims and the crimson tank top. Perfect! What can be better than this? What has taken her so long to decide? Now she doesn’t have time even for make-up. Not that she needs it. She looks even prettier sans it.


The cell buzzes again and this time she rushes down the staircase, her lustrous tresses jumping as she bounced her vivacious being at every step. Minutes later, she appears in front of him, quite out of breath. She sees him and a slight hug follows.


He notices the strand of big curl of hair playing with her cheek. The hair is let loose and he knows she never applies the so called ‘pan-cake’ on her face. A grey stain stands in sharp contrast to the blue of the jeans. He remembers how she fumbled with the cup of tea out of nervousness on their first date. The red vermilion peeks from amidst the black of her hair. Their 1Oth anniversary. The blue denim with the tea-stain is the most suitable dress she could think of. Some stains are GOOD, aren’t they?:):)