He sat brewing his coffee with the past knocking his door, he knew it was her. It was always her and she knocked constantly. He had tried to tell her not to knock his door so early in the morning. But she did not really understand the concept of time. She did not understand, that it disturbed him. Her knocking, so early in the morning.!
She really did not care that it disturbed him. It was so simple for her. It seemed as if she did not understand, how complicated his life was. What really pained him was that, she did not even make an attempt to adjust to his life. From the first day that she had come to his home, she had not shown any interest in helping him, to make his life easier. She did not help out in the house. She did not do any cleaning. In fact, sometime he felt he was a slave to her. She ignored him most of the time and did not reply when he called her. He had to shout, which worked sometimes. Not all the time. This really made him angry and stressed. It was not that he believed he was the master of the house or he was chauvinistic. But he believed it was common courtesy, to answer when somebody called. What else was there in a relationship?
She was so lazy, she reminded him of his previous relationship. At least it had been a relationship. Though, not a good one. The similarities were striking. He knew he was a romantic at heart and he knew he was not very wise, at least in matters of the world. Any way, he felt he had learnt a lot after his girlfriend dumped him. He had felt that he knew what to look for in a relationship.
He had again searched for the perfect relationship. The relationship that he had always dreamt about. In his heart he knew he had done the same thing before. He believed there was a perfect companion for him in this world. Someone, who would love him always.
He had diligently looked at all the newspaper advertisements. Visited all the homes. Met all of them. He had asked the right questions. He had single-mindedly pursued the ideal of a perfect companion.
When he had found her he had been thrilled. He had made all the arrangements. He had tidied the house. Arranged the furniture, got new cutlery. He didn't want his new relationship to start on a bad note.
He had brought her home, nervously. He knew it was a new place to her and it would take time for her to adapt to the new surroundings. She had never been to this city before. She would be meeting new people. People who behaved differently from what she was used to.
How would they treat her? Would they love her or would they hate her? He had never been able to figure out if his friends or his neighbors really liked her. Most of them had not shown any affection or interest. They had seemed polite when he had introduced her. But they didn’t show any great interest in her.
He had guessed from some of their faces that they found her very loud.
He knew it was not fair on his part to expect everyone to like her, even though she was with him.
I guess some people love dogs and some don’t.