Sitting idle on a warm Sunday afternoon, embracing the moment, and going through the pages of togetherness – of rejoice and sorrow; and serene and hollow, Roohi and Roshan, comforted themselves on the sofa.
Seeing out through the window, massaging their view with delectable visual luxuries, and paying attention to the sweet chirping of tiny little love birds flying around, branch to branch, the couple took a deep sigh of relief and calm.
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Tired of the cacophony of thoughts and the hustle & bustle of life, after several failed attempts to get a hold of the fast moving and overly engaged life, they finally spared a moment for them, to relive the past treasures, and apply a modest brake to their swift professional and personal routines.
Constantly failing to extract quality time for each other, despite sharing the bed for every single day, Roohi and Roshan were facing a hollow gap in their love affair. A gap, neither caused by their unwillingness to heal or loss in zeal, nor by the entry of someone else or fading trust, but by the intangible, current world world forces.
Waking up every day in each other's arms, sipping morning coffee together, passing on compliments while getting ready for their workplaces, dropping lil cute texts and quick calls over the office hours, having occasional evening post-office dates, and binge watching their favorite shows before hitting the bed at night; everything, apparently seemed to go all hunky dory between the two.
But somewhere, somehow, the spark was missing. The spark that would, just a month back, despite following the exact same routine as above, make them feel so full and vivacious.
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Sitting this afternoon, holding hands, affixing their gaze at the blooming plants in the balcony, and resolute to finding a reliable solution to the peculiar issue; Roohi and Roshan, took an evocative sigh, looked into each other's eyes with utmost attention, and talked their hearts out.
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They had finally spent the moment they hadn't shared in the last month, and what they were desperately longing for, that too without any special effort.
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The only thing they had done differently this time was keeping their phones away, on mute.
Three and a half hours later, they picked their phones only to find several missed calls, tens of WhatsApp texts, and n number of other notifications. They returned the calls, reverted to the texts, and swiped the notifications right; but this time, with a smile, a valuable learning, and a sense of accomplishment on their faces.