This Saturday I woke up with a start as I could hear some rattling noise. I checked my phone and it was showing 5:15 am.
My husband was getting ready for his morning session of Badminton coaching. I am so happy seeing all the hard work he is putting into his newly established Badminton facility. It’s been only few months and he is working all 7 days a week; 16 hours per day. I am actually jealous of him for he is getting to follow his passion and make a living out of it along with achieving his dream of nurturing young children’s sports interests.
I closed my eyes and after a few minutes as I am drifting back to sleep, I feel a light peck on my cheeks as my husband kissed me bye! I smiled and drifted back into deep sleep.
I woke up around 8; brushed my teeth wandering lazily across the house. The day wore on as usual. I had some cornflakes with milk and an apple; started cleaning the big house. Even though it was only the two of us staying, I had forseen that we would need an extra room for either one’s parent’s or any guest’s visit. However, we used only one room and the other one was filled with clothes and other unopened boxes.
It was a perfect day; the sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping; still I felt kind of bleak. I slaved off for 9 hours from Monday to Friday and the weekends were supposed to be filled with happy occurences like brunch with my loving husband followed by an afternoon nap and late evenings partying around the city or shopping at our favourite destinations.
Since when the academy had started, he was hardly available on weekends. Every breakfast/lunch/dinner we had together was a bonus and I cherished every minute of it; talking about various topics ranging from the rise of entrepreneurship in Bangalore to the recent girl gossips among my colleagues.
I myself was a state-level Badminton player; hot headed; morning person and the enthusiastic, happy, organised kinda girl. But something had changed since marriage. I took things slow and kept things to be done for later on. My day used to start with a glass of warm water mixed with lemon juice and honey, followed by a run and a healthy breakfast; follwed by classes during college and later on by office work. A year after the marriage, everything seemed an utter waste. What was the point of following your passion, meeting friends and laughing about the nostalgic childhood days when I can actually sleep and rest for the whole weekend.
I had stopped pestering my husband for taking me out. I had put on weight and it didn’t bother me at times but otherwise I would sit alone and feel sad for myself. Soemtimes I just want to bake things or make sweets and please my husband; atleast let one of us be happy. I also wanted to start playing badminton but that would mean getting other household things done; cleaning, cooking, laundry and doing the dirty dishes to align the timings with that of my husband’s; and it is tideous. I feared that I wouldn’t be able to move on the court as I used to. All the earlier excitement and happiness would rush through my mind and I was not prepared to let me go through that stuff. So I avoided playing.
The phone rang and brought me out of my reverie. It was my husband.
Him: Hey Baby. Whats up?
Me: Nothing much. I am done with all the work. What time are you coming for lunch? I have prepared something special for you.
Him: Wow! I am leaving now. Do you want me to pick something for you?
Me: Yeah. Can some yogurt while you are on your way?
Him. Sure. Hey, you wanna join me for the evening session at 4 p.m?
Him: You can play for an hour today as there is only one session and I’ ll be free afterward. Get your sporting gear out. We shall have lunch and then leave around 3 p.m.
Me: Are you sure? I kinda feel tired.
Him: Come on Babe. Be ready. We ‘ll go together and later we can shop for a while in Orion mall and get you all the stuff that you have been wanting to buy from a long time.
Me: Oh alright. Come soon then. Se you at home. Bye
Him: Bye bye.
I could feel the excitement oozing out from a corner in my mind and filling me, an making me anxious. I checked for the stuff I would be needing and packed an extra pair of regular clothes; searched for lost hairclips and socks.
After lunch, we watched T.V for a while. He took a nap while I continued watching movie.
As we rode through the cities of Bangalore, I grew silent; watching the buildings pass by; watching the two-wheelers overtaking the four-wheelers; there was a lady taking her kid for tennis coaching; fruit vendors pushing his barrow slowly. It was a dull day.
By 5 p.m, I had my shoes on; pony high on top with lose strands of hair tucked tighly underneath hairclips. I stretched a bit; ran across the court and warmed up. The academy was silent with only the sound of feet scratching the green mat on the other side of the premium courts where a woman was practicing her footwork. I remembered my teenage days when I would stay back after everyone left and practiced my footwork.
Gone where the days of hard work; excitement; Now, the days stretched before me with nothing more than texting, watching T.V or movies in theatre. This is what we wanted right? A comfortable job with a big house and a loving husband; a regular paycheck; weekends empty enough to relax and enjoy life?
Then why was this all empty?
Just then, my husband/coach poked me and asked me to step on the court.
He threw the shuttle in the air and serviced it towards me. I put ll my strength and hit it right back at him.
The rally went on for a while and before no time, I was gushing for air. My feet were throbbing with pain and I was perspiring all the way from head to foot. But it was exciting; fun and endearing. I welcomed the pain and rushed forward to lift the shittle before it hit the ground and jumped backwards and attempted for a smash. It hit the net and dropped on my court.
My coach saw me gasping for air, came forward and motioned me for dropping the shuttle near to the net. It was an easy job where I could take air to my lungs while attempting to drop the shuttle as close as possible to the net.
I was done by 30 minutes.
Following a quick stretch and a bath, I rejoned my husband at the cafeteria, conversing with a prospective client. It was a family of two and the wife was slightly over-weight. The husband wanted his wife to engage in some kind of physical activity and chose badminton as it was near to their home. I watched as my now husband/businessman was giving the details of the course with hand motions beckoning to the various know-hows of the famous sport. I watched him in wonder and realised that I have such a great coach/fitness trainer at home and I am not making the most of him while there are people parting from their money to get a few minutes of coaching from my skilled husband.
I was ecstatic; refreshed. That feeling you have after sweating on the court playing your favourite sport.
We went for shopping followed by a lovely dinner watching the stars and talking about love, life, career and future.
All was happy and well that weekend.