He waited

Alcohol has been a good healer, at certain times for fever and at most times for loneliness. He was suffering from the former since the day back and the latter for months. Even those wall paintings, cozy cushions and floral curtains which were all her choice, no longer fascinated him. For months, he was away from the beauty of her being present around. He missed the smell of her hair on his face as he woke up, He woke up to the smell of rum on his breath and rarely remembered the last moments of the last night. He drank like a dog. He drank to overcome loneliness. He drank even before he could get over his hangover. She was thousands of miles away from him. He regretted the decision of not having a baby at times, which she often insisted upon. At times, he was glad that he didn't let the baby suffer those moments of loneliness. He spent lonely anniverary. He had made several plans, but she couldn't be home.

A mail popped in. She was coming in a couple of days.

He lost his sleep. He made the house look home again. He bought gifts. On the day he arranged a cake and a bottle of single malt of the dining table. Although she hated him when he drank, however the occassion was to celebrate and he thought not to leave it incomplete and instead bought her favorite brand which they used to drink bunking college classes.

He waited for her at the door. As she walked to him, he openned his arms. She jumped to him. He held his world after a long gap. He kissed her desperately. He got upon her lisptick like a man who was away from food for days. He pulled her upon his lap and they kissed like never before. Her war had ended. He was a proud husband to a lady soldier. He waited for these moments.