…When you have spent 18 years celebrating Valentine’s Day, the thought of celebrating the day itself becomes redundant. But here’s why I must get down on my knees and thank the powers that be for such a wonderful man by my side. Had to report in the morning for shoot mentioned in previous post. Naturally, infinite butterflies in the stomach of nauseatingly make hands and feet trembly, and mouth tongue tied variety, given that I am naturally a terrified and shy person. (Yes, yes, the bravado is all reserved for the blog). And add to this the fact, that I would be facing camera, after almost 15 years. I last read news for a channel called YES, that came and went like a blink, apart from anchoring some stray programmes that came on DD Metro through various production houses. Did the old dog still have it in her? Therefore I arm twisted the husband into accompanying me for much needed moral support. Which he did. Which meant getting up early, skipping gym, and eating a breakfast cooked hastily by me. What a horrible way to start the day. And then put all his work on hold to come with me to the studio. Sat on the sofa while I had hair and make up done, and reassured me I was looking fabulous, though I was acutely aware that things like undereye concealer was being slapped on with much more ferocity than I could remember from days gone past. And the hair dresser, poor child, was really struggling to get hair into some semblance of order from the birdsnest it was.
And once I was done, husband did not accompany me into the studio but stepped out to coordinate his work, and waited outside patiently till I was done. And went on to his meetings and the rest of his day, while I sashayed back home to be meet with a child who had raised hell and high water. The cold and fever that was running through my body for a couple of days took over and I crawled shivering into a blanket, and the husband came home after a really long day and took complete charge of the kid, while I slept it off. And that is no mean task given the energy levels of said kid.
That was our Valentine’s Day. How could anyone not love a man like this?
And yes, some Escada happened too. Perfume and bath set.