The omen

They decide to meet once a month. Good things always come rare, he had said.

First month, they meet and both are shy and nervous. Second month, she goes off on an overseas trip. Third month, they do meet and this time its magic with neither wanting the moments to end. Fourth month, he gets stuck at work. Fifth month, he goes on a vacation. Sixth month, she falls sick. Seventh month, they plan their date to perfection until a curfew hits the city. Eighth month, they are finally together again.
"We had decided on meeting every month. Perhaps, this is a sign" she sighs as he stretches on her couch.
"Umm! We are probably jinxed. But we are together now" he smiles, holding her close.
And they forget their jinxes and omens and spend the togetherness relishing every instant. After all, good things came rare.

"Maybe we must not plan so well in advance next time" she smiles at her self-proclamation, as he leaves to pick his wife from her workplace. At the corner of the road, she sees her husband's silhouette parking the car in the garage.