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a warm cup of tea from my husband...he makes it perfect,black tea with no sugar...i love it when i find it beside my bed with a small kiss as a compliment from him!!that is how my Sunday starts..from bedroom to washroom everything is perfect!!i have those perfect shorts with pink flowers that i wanted from westside & a pink spaghetti top as my night dress.the warm tea amid those mauve & yellow curtains makes me feel like a princess.i am his princess.i love to feel that.sunday mornings are loaded with bengali breakfast--luchi & alur torkari..he loves it..when i get up to freshen up & move to kitchen i can feel a pair of naught eyes following me..a pair of eyes which wants to see me as only his & no one's else...i have a big mirror in my washroom..it helps me analyse the excess fat that i am putting on..there is a pile of newspaper on the corner all stacked by my husband in the last week...its in perfect order..saturday to monday in the reverse order..also there is a wet towel which is there since yesterday..men dont change you know..when barred from dumping it on bed he dumps it in the hanger!!but i hate to bug him on Sundays...he is usually very happy on sundays as he knows he has his regular adda after the breakfast & his little princess loving him & pampering him with all that he wants..luchi is made & alur torkari requires a bit of garnishing but the proud owner of this breakfast is still in bed..taking him out of it so damn difficult!!u got to love him and kiss him & pamper like a baby to pull him out of that bed which is his paradise..i will put on my favorite bed sheet on it..the blue & white one..it makes my room perfect..with the bright bed-side lamp beside my bed & the big TV thats pictures only argentina & no brazil my bedroom looks like the one that i dreamt of.the empty bed shows signs of love made last night...and i constantly stop myself from rethinking those moments as I have loads of work to do ahead..the only day when i get time to clean up the week's mess.once the bed is done & the pillows & cushions are in place & the curtains are drawn I take a last glance at it..i will get to see this beauty only after a week...breakfast is served & the my big baby has it all..he loves it followed by a cup of tea with a gold-flake in one hand & the Sunday Times in another.and then comes the order for his lunch.no cook today I love to cook it for all by myself!!macher matha diye daal,sukto,ilish mach,pathar jhol & chatni..he loves it.this menu occasionally changes with few items but mutton is something thats constant...the maid comes at 11.30..i got to clear the mess & get off to cook..my drawing room has the big bean bags which is the only place where you will find my husband after he is back from with a glass of beer watching his football matches..& during the world cups you scarcely find him elsewhere..he is always there supporting his team Brazil..i even have a big poster of Pele in my study but my library proudly houses Messi..well thats make a perfect bengali household..one supporting Argentina & the other supporting Bzail...the TV in the drawing room only has his favorite channels..n i don't usually bug him as i love to see him leaping up in joy when bzaillians score a goal or when his favorite movie is been telecast-ed and he finds his love supplying him his favorite snacks with the beer...he gives a look of satisfaction & makes him feel that he is finally successful.our refrigerator has the water dispenser where i wanted to keep beer but was strongly discarded by my love but instead i have small beer fridge which houses all brands of beer...i have finally succeed in controlling my temptations..i dont drink anymore but i do maintain my bar well...that bar has all sort of glasses starting from the tequila ones to whiskey one but except for few scarce rare alcohol all my bottles are empty to help my sponge keep away from excess drinks!!the sofas that we have were decided on after much quarrels as i wanted those rajasthani ones & he wanted those big ones where you can drown yourself.i hated those but have concluded on those ones which were little softer but big ones..but they are difficult to maintain..i usually have to put a lot of labour keeping them clean as those are the ones which cradles my sweetheart when we fight as he can mess up things quite well..my beloved does one thing with full concentration and love that is he cleans my library..those low sitting area,low lit lights & books all around that is my favorite..i wanted it all through my life & he made it for me and he is the biggest donator of books in that paradise..i love when he brings his favorite book for me and reads it before i can even touch it!!he is usually not found inside home after 11 as his friends are already on with the regular adda...he is usually back by 2.30 and rushes on to the dinning table...he loves it when i deck up the table with his favorite daliahs...his lunch is followed by the long sleep..he is a perfect bengali who loves that bhaat ghum after his best lunch..i love to see him sleep like a baby..i wonder how much he loves to sleep and is confident enough to say that he loves it more than me!!sunday evenings are lazy with random cups of tea very often...sunday nights are the best since he is full of energy..even though i feel the sunday sickness gripping us from 8 o clock itself but still sundays are beautiful..they are perfect as i can see my self smiling to myself at the end of the day..next morning i know he is going to put the sidoor on my forehead & that is something i look forward to...but next morning the phone would also ring its usual alarm clock...i can hear it ringing...i open my eyes finding myself in the usual mattress in bangalore all alone with no bed tea by my side..now i realize that it was the dream that i used to see with my eyes open with my long lost love....!!!