Sweet Morning.......

A faded smile crossed my mind, when I saw a "Sweet Morning" greeting in my Inbox. I did not realize the sweetness of mail, until I opened it; it was indeed as sweet as honey..... ..as fresh as a flower...... and smelled with the purest form of fragrance.

Inside the mail, a gladdening message was engraved within a captivating heart shaped virtual photo frame, which was no less soothing than a real one.

Momentarily, sender's intention puzzled me; He knew- no morning could be sweet, which had gone through another stretched insane evening after a prolonged incorrigible week; and yet, he greeted with Sweet morning.

I could not disagree, that I was being intentionally teased!!

I took no time and switched the screen. Today was penultimate day for code completion. I couldn’t afford to wait till the last day, expecting another design change possible any time. When I scrolled through the last uncompleted report, I realized, I was already at line 805 and still an error to be taken care of, which would easily take me past 900.

For a moment I forgot the count; got lost in black screen and slowly the UNIX command was driving me nostalgic. Finally, I was done with my part with slight delay in lunch.
The post lunch session was turning soporific, when my eyes crossed the sweet mail again. I had no doubt that it was still teasing. I thought, it only deserved to be in "Deleted Itmes"; and I did.

What was sweet about this morning; all I could see, my mind filled up with craps generated by bad clusters in hard disk and lots of $&%(@$^%@$ for HP.....
None of my cogitations were loading successfully.

I realized, I badly needed good night sleep, with her taking me miles away from any pixels and clusters; somewhere, in the nook on a deserted island, where I would need no OS to start, no memory to continue, no booster to enhance anything whatsoever.
Because, in every corner of my heart, I knew- she is the one, who always makes me feel in safest mode possible.
She never lets me enter into hanging state.
She has no pirated feelings, does not even let any spy ware intrude in her fantasy.
She is the purest soul in my dream. She is Ria.

I can't curse my laptop anymore; it has forced me optimistically to expect her glowing in the dark, distant in my dream, making me realize - "the morning was indeed sweet".
Then a strange thing happened; I could see the Sweet mail again in my Inbox.
Who did it?
Did I?
Did she?
Or it never really did sneak out of my Inbox? Now, I don't even bother to find who?

My Evening is already sweeter than I could possibly envisage.