Today, it is a very romantic night. But let me give you a quick definition of our romantic night. It is that night when both of our toddlers sleep early, and hubby doesn’t have late-night meetings and my work for the day is done. It’s a wild combination and seldom happens together. So yes, this is indeed a very romantic night.

We started sweet-talking each other and I quickly brushed up my memory power and talked about one particular memory. It was soon after our wedding. When we visited my in-laws, they noticed a red mark on his neck and started questioning. The young generation burst into laughter while the old generation slowly understood things. It was a long-lost memory and I felt so loved by just telling him about it. But HE was sitting there without many reactions and asked straight to my face, ‘when did this happen’? I was dumbstruck, awestruck, thunderstruck and all the other synonyms as well. I could remember that as a scene in my favorite movie and here he sits thinking whether I made up the story.

So I asked him, tell me one of your fondest memory and put a sudden halt to the romantic night. He said he remembers everything and mentioned all the trips we went on. I insisted on hearing a specific memory. He thought for a while and said, ‘ohh I remember that day… In Goa… We went alone walking… It was hartal and noontime… It was piping hot and we didn’t get any food… Do you remember that?’ I was seriously in the process of getting undressed. And there goes another romantic night for vain.