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Missing you.


I miss you when I wake up in the morning, and instinctively reach out to your side of the bed, to ruffle your hair.

I miss you when I go into the kitchen and make two cups of coffee, without thinking, and then remember you are gone.

I miss you when I lay the table for breakfast and lay a place for you, and then remember you are away.

I miss you when I iron the kids school uniforms, because you usually do it for me.

I miss you when I login to Orkut, because you usually say “please leave it on for me.”

I miss you when the kids leave for school, because you usually hug them, and whisper a ‘magic mantra’ in their ears, so that they have a good day.

I miss you when I read the newspaper, because there would usually be a story that I would want to share with you.

I miss you when I pick up the phone to call you, and I realize that you are in a different time zone, it is still night for you and you will be asleep.

I miss you when I have my lunch, because I know how much you would have enjoyed what I cooked.

I miss you when the children come back from school, because I usually would have called you up, to narrate in detail, what they did.

I miss you in the evenings,because there is no fourth person to complete the teams, to play “Trivial pursuit”.

I miss you when we have dinner, because there is no one to narrate funny stories and make us laugh.

I miss you when I read to the children, because you usually listen to it too.

I miss you when I go to bed even though the children are happy that they can have mummy all to themselves and cuddle up next to me, each on one side.

But most of all I miss you so much, simply because I love you.

More than you will ever know.

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  1. My Darling, You have said how you miss me in quite a few ways. However I miss you in a million, trillion, bullion ways every nano second and every minute when I am away from you. I miss you when I am in Pune, but in office. I miss everything about you and when I see another family close by, miss you even more and feel jealous that I am not with you. You are a special person and mean the world to me. The only good thing I guess of being apart is the fact that we grow even closer each day. I cannot have asked for a better partner, person or friend with whom I would have liked to have spent the rest of my life with. Just another 24 hours and I am back home to eat your head. I adore you and care for you. Love ya loads.....
    Satish

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  2. ahem ahem.. sumone is realy being missed desperately..

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  3. Hi, Ps. So many things going on. You know how that goes. What say you let me have that second cup of coffee and we can get all caught up? I know you miss him. I love that you say you do. That, after all, is how it is supposed to be...

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  4. I can so relate to ur feelings P. When the person we love immensely is away, Life seems to have no beginning and no end, isn't it? I hope your hubby is home soon.

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  5. My hubby does the ironing too! *grin*

    Isn't it grand to be in love with someone that brings you such joy... even in the simplest means. I am so happy that you have that. But, of course, sorry that you must be apart. I hope he's back to uh, 'eat your head' soon.

    Um... Hey. That doesn't hurt, does it? *chuckle*

    By the by--Your kids (snuggling with mummy)... that made me smile so wide. My kids are so very much the same way with me. They love the opportunity to have mommy all to themselves. :)

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  6. Adorable :)
    I feel like I'm interrupting something here hehe ;)

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  7. touchwood.....you feel so blessed that you have someone so wonderful to share your life with!! god bless...

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  8. touchwood....isnt it wonderful that you are blessed with someone so wonderful, you can share your life with?? god bless...

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  9. Satish: :-)

    Ankit :thank U!

    Diya: ahem ahem!! ;-)

    Gawpo: Anytime!!

    Ritu:yup..Feels really good.

    Stacy:heh heh! haven't we trained them well? or vice versa?!!

    Devil Mood :heh heh heh!

    Pretty woman: touch wood.

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  10. So beautifully expressed!

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  11. Niall :Thank you.Will mail you soon.

    Jonice: :-)Thanks pal!

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  12. well PS ur so blessed to have him in ur life!

    Whereas my man is still lost in his mum's tummy or something LOL!

    Keshi.

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  13. Very heartwarming :) touchwood

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  14. beautiful...so much love for each other....God bless both of you and may you not have to miss each other soon....

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  15. Things that our hearts need to go through .... this is the beauty of love ... God Bless You both ...

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  16. Keshi: Yes, i do feel blessed.Most of the time! LOL

    misti:Touchwood!

    Neo:Thank you.He is back--but leaves again next week.

    Vinny:God bless your family too.

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  17. superb!!!
    lucky man, that he has you...

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  18. soooooooooooo sweeeeeeet

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  19. Amazing!!!!!!
    :)
    Cant say beyond that.

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  20. the last two lines brought tears to my eyes. Great work. He's really lucky :)

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