I am Not Sorry

I fumed over my cup of coffee. It was a beautiful sunny day outside but my day had not started on a happy note. To start with, I had a big fight with a man over a silly towel he kept on the bed. The plumber was taking his time to fix the broken faucet in the kitchen. I had to rework on the files sent to my boss yesterday and I was already running late for work. A nagging headache was the cherry on top. So, here I was staring at the ceiling, listening to the seconds ticking by, and holding a hot cup of coffee. The coffee was the only good thing in this morning, or so I thought. "This too shall pass," I consoled myself.

After a grumpy day, I was back in my kitchen, making dinner. My favorite songs were playing on the laptop. I had decided to give a cold shoulder to the man in question. After all, he and his silly towel were the reason for my bad morning. The elephant in the room was a five letter word: SORRY. Neither of us wanted to budge and say sorry. Saying sorry meant admitting your mistake and both of us were right on our own terms. He thought that a towel on the bed was not a big deal. For me, losing my temper was justified. Of course, men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

Life gives you a surprise when you least expect it. And lo! I found myself embraced in a warm tight hug. A hug that almost melted away my anger. ALMOST! A soothing song was playing in the background, perfect for the moment. I was reveling in the moment and enjoying the hug. Just when I thought my grumpy day was not-so-grumpy, I was jolted back to the present.

"You know Anya, I am not sorry. I just felt like giving you a hug," a voice lazily whispered into my ears. And the fight between a man and a woman continued.

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