A smile follws up my face whenever i think of that night.that special night....ma first night.1st april 1886,was the day when i ws married to him.the ambience was filled up with so much of happiness and joy,but ma vidai couldnt stop tears in all ma beloveds eyes.so was ma eyes filled up with water.i sat down in the car near him.we were three in the car.me,him and the driver.yet ma tears were continuous as river ganga.it was only then when he held up ma face and wiped off ma tears with his hands.then he holded ma hand warmly,and affectionately,as in to give me that special feeling of being with and for me all ma life.i put down ma head on his shoulders,all was going so perfect until the car got those jerks and stop in a lonely lane.the driver got down to see what had happened.the was some defect in the engine which could only be repaired by the mechanic.so the driver had to walk down 3kms and bring the mechanic.the car was at last made at 1'o clock,wich gave a sign of relief.then we headed to our home.it was 2'o clock when we reached home.and only 10 mins befor e reached there was a powe cutoff in the building.the lifts were not working,and our flat was at 7th floor of that building.we both had to walk up the stairs alone to reach there.with those heavy clothes and jewellery on i had to manage too much of dificulty to even reach the second floor,in that dark.he then realised that we could get a lighter from the driver to head further.so he ran down n then up with that lighter.it was easy to walk up the stairs in that light.but that warmth of the light made me sweat more and wet.it was too tiring.he started staring at me with a very unusual look i had ever seen in his eyes before.then at once he came close to me,with that sultry breathe taking glances and i was zsmitten in the glance for what seemed eternity.my heart beat more faster this time.a cold current ran through ma body when he touched ma hand and held the lighter to me.he picked me up in his arms and walked up the stairs.he even was not too freshened up to do that but be it love or watever that he picked me and continued continuously till the 6th floor.then he was even too exhausted.he slowly kept me down on the floor.i couldnot understand what was happening ,but something was going fishy within him for sure.and in no less than a fraction of second he fainted down.i went blank.i couldnot understand what to do n what not.it was half past 2.and was in great need of help.but it this time there i found nobody to seek help from.i tried to awake him by movin the sari and generating air.but all ma tries went all then a wierd idea struck ma mind waste.and that was the only and the last thing i could think of and do that moment.now it was ma turn.so i tucked the other end of ma saree to ma waist and picked him up,and walked up the stairs.i entered home and straight aay laid him 2 sofa.i tried to wak him up by splashing water on his face.and alas,this time he did wake up,and got into his senses.i couldnot help but laugh and laugh nad laugh and just commented "now tats the only result of"LOSING YOUR SENSE IN EXCITEMENT".......