21-08-2019, 02:59 PM
"Raj, why don't you get down and unlock the gate? Stop looking around and find the keys for God's sake, there will be enough time for watching the nature;" Cooed my sweet little wife Sumi, sitting in a corner of the cab squeezed between my two kids and a lap full of baggage; watching me dazed, admiring the scenic beauty of the surrounding. Even when she was irritated and frustrated at my behaviour, her voice betrayed sweetness that was an integral part of her beauty and sweet empathetic personality.
In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard voice exceeding a particular decibel; which is common of a wife after eight years of living with a husband like me. Mind you I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.
I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in. and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.
I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the land-Lord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbour, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbour in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my land lord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point I could not remember what he had mentioned.
"Hi! Hey there! Welcome to the beautiful town of Ranikhet. I think you are looking for these;" Said a thundering but disciplined voice somewhere from atop the next house. I looked up and saw a not so old looking handsome aged man holding a bunch of keys in his hand and waving his hands and dangling the keys to attract my attention.
"Oh! Good morning, er, Mr. Dogra!" I exclaimed fumbling for words, not remembering his army rank.
I am Brigadier Prem Dogra; but you may just call me prem." His voice was resonant and yet very affable.
My wife Sumi must have heard his voice too; for she craned her neck out of the car window to look at the owner of that resonant manly voice. She saw the Brigadier. Standing in the balcony of his house and talking to me. As soon as Brig. Dogra saw my wife looking out of the window, he folded his hands and said, "Good morning and Welcome, Mrs. Mehta to this beautiful town of Ranikhet and welcome to our neighbourhood.".
Hurriedly getting rid of the baggage in her lap, My wife Sumi came out of the car and reciprocated Brig. Dogra's gesture by folding her hands and saying, "Good morning sir, and we look forward to enjoying our stay in Ranikhet in your neighbourhood."
It was clear to me that she was impressed (if not attracted) by the handsomeness, the personality and sweetness of our neighbour.
"Do not hesitate to call me at any time for anything you may need or for any assistance that you feel you require. I am here all day and night except for my morning walks and evening club round. My driver and my assistant Ramu are always at your service, whenever you need them." offered Brig Dogra looking at my wife with a trace of (I thought) manly desire that I am quite accustomed to seeing in all men whenever my wife is in sight.
Sumi felt a little awkward but happy at the appreciative look. She was perhaps happy that after so many years of our marriage and two kids, she could still evoke such a look in handsome men's eyes, even if they are somewhat of older age.
To shake off any awkwardness at being caught looking at my wife with a little more intensity and duration than would have been thought appropriate, the Brigadier cleared his throat and asked my wife, "Madam, please do not be formal. Please ask for any assistance from me or my staff without any hesitation. They are free most of the time as I live alone here and we have cleaning and house care takers coming for cleaning, cooking etc. I shall ask them to treat your request for any assistance as my command."
I saw my wife Sumi examine the Brigadier carefully. She saw a long lithe well built man with moustache and straight posture with a predominant lock of grey hair covered by a typical cap that I always saw army men wear. His smile was infectious and charming. He walked erect and looked straight into her eyes.
My wife Sumi was awed by such a personality and his generous offer on the first meeting. She profusely thanked the Brigadier as I opened the gate and entrance and we all went inside the house.
In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard voice exceeding a particular decibel; which is common of a wife after eight years of living with a husband like me. Mind you I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.
I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in. and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.
I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the land-Lord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbour, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbour in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my land lord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point I could not remember what he had mentioned.
"Hi! Hey there! Welcome to the beautiful town of Ranikhet. I think you are looking for these;" Said a thundering but disciplined voice somewhere from atop the next house. I looked up and saw a not so old looking handsome aged man holding a bunch of keys in his hand and waving his hands and dangling the keys to attract my attention.
"Oh! Good morning, er, Mr. Dogra!" I exclaimed fumbling for words, not remembering his army rank.
I am Brigadier Prem Dogra; but you may just call me prem." His voice was resonant and yet very affable.
My wife Sumi must have heard his voice too; for she craned her neck out of the car window to look at the owner of that resonant manly voice. She saw the Brigadier. Standing in the balcony of his house and talking to me. As soon as Brig. Dogra saw my wife looking out of the window, he folded his hands and said, "Good morning and Welcome, Mrs. Mehta to this beautiful town of Ranikhet and welcome to our neighbourhood.".
Hurriedly getting rid of the baggage in her lap, My wife Sumi came out of the car and reciprocated Brig. Dogra's gesture by folding her hands and saying, "Good morning sir, and we look forward to enjoying our stay in Ranikhet in your neighbourhood."
It was clear to me that she was impressed (if not attracted) by the handsomeness, the personality and sweetness of our neighbour.
"Do not hesitate to call me at any time for anything you may need or for any assistance that you feel you require. I am here all day and night except for my morning walks and evening club round. My driver and my assistant Ramu are always at your service, whenever you need them." offered Brig Dogra looking at my wife with a trace of (I thought) manly desire that I am quite accustomed to seeing in all men whenever my wife is in sight.
Sumi felt a little awkward but happy at the appreciative look. She was perhaps happy that after so many years of our marriage and two kids, she could still evoke such a look in handsome men's eyes, even if they are somewhat of older age.
To shake off any awkwardness at being caught looking at my wife with a little more intensity and duration than would have been thought appropriate, the Brigadier cleared his throat and asked my wife, "Madam, please do not be formal. Please ask for any assistance from me or my staff without any hesitation. They are free most of the time as I live alone here and we have cleaning and house care takers coming for cleaning, cooking etc. I shall ask them to treat your request for any assistance as my command."
I saw my wife Sumi examine the Brigadier carefully. She saw a long lithe well built man with moustache and straight posture with a predominant lock of grey hair covered by a typical cap that I always saw army men wear. His smile was infectious and charming. He walked erect and looked straight into her eyes.
My wife Sumi was awed by such a personality and his generous offer on the first meeting. She profusely thanked the Brigadier as I opened the gate and entrance and we all went inside the house.
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