Ayesha-Rehan: 15.09.1996

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05/01/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Dear Rehan,

Happy Birthday!!! I know ‘your’ people wouldn’t have bothered celebrating your birthday so I’m almost sure I’m the 1st one to do it. You men don’t even know how to take care of yourselves forget about taking care of each other. I hope they are giving you a day off. C’mon honey one doesn’t turn 29 everyday.

Speaking of this I just remembered; I earmarked our calendar (remember the one your mom’s friend gave us) at yesterdays date. The weather out here was the dampest in this winter. There was a most intoxicating scent of eucalyptus in the air. I know how you love this heady surrounding. To tell you the truth I find it very strong. It would’ve been better if it was a couple of notches milder. Remember that awful night when we were lost in the forest without a light for almost an hour!!! I miss those walks Rehan. Why the hell don’t you come back? It feels like light years away. The weather is perfect for a stroll, dear.

Dammit!!! I’m talking of the weather. I should understand that it’ll make you miss home a lot more. I’m sorry dear.

I’ve got a lot to tell you anyways. I’ll start with our lovely baby boy. Rehan Jr. is doing perfectly fine. He remembers you a lot, Mr. Husband. He keeps going on and on. ‘Da-Da, Da-Da’ the whole day! By the way before I forget; I’m enrolling him with a play group next week. I know what your grand plans for the Jr. was but since you have your ‘duty’ for the next 3 years I suppose I’ll try and do a little bit myself. After all he’ll just spend 3 hours a day. I told your sister what your plans were and she burst out laughing.

‘He has always said so’ she said. ‘I will teach Rehan by myself. No one will brainwash my child’. Oh what a near perfect imitation she pulled off. But, then she was always good with mimicry.

Did you have it in your mind since a long time? I thought you must’ve thought of it only after Jr. came along. I’m fine with the way you want to bring up our son but don’t you think it’ll be harsh on him. Will he not be missing out on the ‘school’ atmosphere? Darling I understand your concern but bringing up Jr. away from the crowd, in your own home will be D-I-F-F-I-C-U-L-T. What if Jr. hates us for it later. If he grows along with kids his own age don’t you think he’ll develop better. I don’t want my Rehan to be the kind who keeps brooding all the time.

Haha. I know you’re laughing your butt off, Mr. Kaami. Let me tell you one thing. Just because I fell for the silent & brooding Rehan don’t be under the impression that all girls like the silent kinds. These days they call it ‘communication’. I remember the times when we could just sit together on the steps leading to the library all day without talking much. I guess you’d be bracketed off as ‘boring’ by the girls of this generation.

I don’t understand dear. How come the world is changing so rapidly. I mean we were in college too, right? And that too just 9 years back. Did we see girls coming with backless tops in our times. I don’t think so. Yea of course, there always were a select group of people who dressed up like they’re going for a ramp walk but it wasn’t a common sight to see girls wearing mini-skirts and talking of their boy-friends so casually to their parents.

Do you remember what scene was created when we spoke to our parents? Its funny. If we were in college now all I had to do was tell me mom that I’m seeing Mr. Rehan Kaami since 4 years and I want to get married to him. And do you know what they’d have said. All they would say would be; ‘I’m so glad for you beta. But why the hurry. You’re only 26 now. Wait till you’re 30 at least. Oh god! Are you pregnant?’

How weird! Don’t you think? And the “oh-My-God” part wouldn’t have be the hysterical and dramatic reaction. It would merely be a reaction, which plainly said, “You should’ve done this faster”.
I guess we’re what people called “traditional”. They say it like it’s a swear word.

Lets not talk of the dark times dear. You write back soon and tell me how you doing. Do tell me whether they gave you today off or not. Or else I’ll have a word with the platoon officer myself.

Forever yours,
Your loving other half.

PS: Boring or whatever. I Love you my sweet Rehan. Take greatest care. For me.

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