Another Chance, Please.

Day 6

6th April 2009

A gentle summer’s breeze gusted through our window sill, as I made coffee; I lifted my fingers and took a closer look at my emerald ring with the brilliant shine of Monday morning. It was surely, turning bluish. Though not very obvious, my once pure emerald ring was slowly transforming into a bluish ring.

‘Maybe emeralds have hints of blue to it, and I haven’t noticed it before.’ I silently contemplated to myself. As if by magic, the aromatic whiff that coffee has, brought you to the kitchen.

I laughed because you have grown stubbles; hence I went up to you, held your hands and brought you to the toilet for a shave. I sat you down as you groggily stuffed your toothbrush into your mouth as I gently shaved for you. When I was done, I looked into your reflection in the mirror; and felt proud about the good job that I’ve done for you.