On the third day, growing madder by the moment I caught him taking a nap. He wouldn’t budge! I sat there waiting for him to wake up (I can be rather patient if I put my mind to it). When he finally did I warned him not to turn.. Because if he had, the mehendi I had emptied everywhere on his broad back while was sleeping would stain the bedsheets. Now MJ wouldn’t be pleased with the mess! 😀😎, would she :). I guess that cracked him up… I was relieved the ultimatum had ended, and we were back to our talking and fighting ways 😂😂 😅
That was one of our first fights when the man had stopped talking to me, in person, over the phone and in writing… How dare he I thought another round of anger seething inside..
I found him sleeping when I returned from school.. Three insanely long days ago, in the intensity of an argument, I had punched Dada (hard) on his potbelly, which I regretted the second after. But it was too late by then. He howled in pain and then he staged a walk out!😇
Happy Father’s Day, daddy kutta 😘😍😍😘
The featured picture is a gift from a friend who knows I adore swans 🙂 she found them in a park somewhere in London a few weeks ago!