I can’t tolerate it anymore. I have a splitting headache and it is becoming worse with each second. I should take some medicine. I am feeling the nerves in my head will burst.

Even the slightest sound is disturbing me. I told my wife to stop banging the doors but she is furious with me. She is throwing everything possible and shouting at the top of her voice. But no, it’s not her fault at all. Actually I forgot her birthday. It’s her birthday today.

I really don’t know how I forgot it. I remembered it till last night. I had decided I will wish her early morning today but I just forgot. The moment I got up, there was an urgent call from office to bring some papers and I rushed there. It took me longer than I had expected. I hurried back home all set to wish my wife but she didn’t give me a chance to speak. 

Now my wife is thinking that I don’t love her. I know she knows that I love her. It’s just that right now she is angry. But she will not be angry for long. I know her.  Her anger subsides very soon. And then I will talk to her.

My wife and me are together from last twelve years.  And I must say that she has been a very good mother to our kids. She has brought them up with so much love and care. I will always be indebted to her for this. Although, i never know how to tell this to her. Somehow I don’t have a way with words. I always end up saying the wrong things at the wrong time. My wife is just the opposite. She expresses herself so beautifully. I really admire her.

I wonder I should talk with her or not. I might say something that will hurt her. I just don’t want to do that. I wish I could write the way poets do. Then it would have been so simple. I would have just written the lines. My wife reads a lot. She loves such romantic gestures.  I sincerely believe she deserved someone better than me.

Hey friends, I seriously think I should take the medicine. Let me take your leave. I need to rush to the medical store. Bye 

When the wife became composed and came to search for her husband- she found a little note and a red rose by the bed side. The note had the words written in a very familiar cursive handwriting by the “common man”. It read – a very happy birthday to my dearest wife.