Love the smell of 'possibility'

A cup of hot coffee, newspaper and some bills (electricity, water) were lying on the table. Somebody had left them there in a hurry.

After bidding adieu to every member of the house, she started looking here and there. It seemed like as if she was searching for something very important and specific.

After a tiring and an unsuccessful search, she sat down and tried to recall, the last time she saw it.

"There it is. I have definitely lost my presence of mind".

Putting on her spectacles, she started going through all the bills and newspaper that she had placed on that table early morning. After going through everything, she left hurriedly for office.

Well, Suhana was a 35 year old writer who worked with a magazine, a wife and a mother of two. 

Usual mornings for Suhana were like waking up at 4, yoga classes(as she was a high blood pressure patient) , preparing lunch, office, dinner and looking around for any pending work. 

10 years of marriage was almost equivalent to 10 years of discipline that she had followed to create a healthy and happy lifestyle for her family.

The phone bell rang; her husband informed her that he had invited his friends for dinner. Without wasting a moment, Suhana started preparing for the dinner and could manage to prepare food in a short span of time.

She wore her yellow cotton sari with pink border, made up a bun and applied make-up. Undoubtedly, Suhana was a beauty with brains.

After a round of snacks, they all sat for the dinner. On the table, the guest praised Suhana for the delicious food and complimented her on her dressing sense. 

"Suhana, your husband is really lucky to have you."

"You should open your own restaurant, this food is amazing."

With every compliment, smiling and giggling like a child, Suhana was again and again looking at her husband for his response but her husband was busy chewing food.

"Thank you."

Though she was smiling and happy as her efforts paid off, something was still far from contentment. 

Suhana's husband offered to drop the guest to their place and she started winding up everything.

Tired and sleepy Suhana went to her room, looking one more time in the mirror at herself(a common trait in ladies).

As she was smiling while looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the reflection of a rose and a note lying under the rose in the mirror. She turned to pick them up. 

"You are as sweet as Sugar."

Gazing at the note, she smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. 

In that very moment, she experienced a sense of accomplishment.

                                                   

    "At times we just ignore those small gestures that can make someone happy."