Shraddha was giving final changes to the commissioned painting of a couple kissing in moonlight. The person who had ordered the painting wanted to gift it to his fiancée on her birthday, which was just a day away. The client would arrive in the evening to collect the painting.
The kissing couple on her canvas was reminiscent of the passion that was once part of her own life. Ravi and Shraddha were busy building their careers. Both of them hardly saw each other and even slept in separate bedrooms as their schedules clashed with each other.
Ravi was often away on business tours and Shraddha would spend hours in her home studio bringing images to life on her canvas with lines and colors, working late into the night. The color from their life had drained off unnoticed with the vagaries of life. When they met, at least one of them would be exhausted by the activities of a busy day. With a peck on the cheek, which had become the only physical contact between them, both would allow the other person to rest.
Logging in to her email to send the confirmation mail to the client, a mail from Ravi caught her attention. It was unusual. He rarely mailed her. When she opened it, the mail contained only a link to a video on YouTube. It was the link to the #BringBackTheTouch TV commercial of Parachute Advanced Body lotion.
By the time she finished watching the TVC, her cheeks had become wet with tears. Ravi had indirectly told her what was missing from their lives - the magic of touch! It was time to re-ignite the lost spark of passion.
That day when Ravi entered their house, the whole house was sparkling in the light of a thousand candles. With a heart that pulsed with delight, Ravi looked around for Shraddha. She was nowhere around. A note on the dining table invited him to a magical evening with his ‘little minx’, the name he had given to Shraddha during their courtship period. Ravi’s face lit up with a huge smile.
Shraddha entered the dining room then carrying a heart shaped chocolate cake, with ‘For a new beginning’ written on it with icing. Dressed in a red sari that clung to her curves, she was as beautiful as ever. Ravi yearned to gather her into his arms. He waited until they cut the cake together and fed each other, before doing just that.
“I feared I had lost you forever, darling!” whispered Ravi.
“ Sorry, Ravi. Forgive me for being so selfish. Forgive me for forgetting the vows we had made to each other. And thank you for making me realize what was missing from our lives,” said Shraddha, caressing his cheeks.
When Ravi cupped her face and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, it marked the beginning of the magic of touch re-entering their lives.
This post has been written as a part of Indi-Happy hours on Indiblogger in association with Parachute http://www.pblskin.com/ # BringBackTheTouch