Nescafe Moments

It was a lazy rainy afternoon.

A pot of beef soup was sitting on the stove and quietly simmering away, filling the house with a rush of fragrant vapour.

Nothing comforts the soul more on a rainy day than a big bowl of old fashioned homey stew or soup.

My half drank cup of tea was left on the table, slowly growing cold to the soft humming sound of air-conditioner in the background.

I stood in front of the windows of our kitchen, listening to the pelting rain and faint claps of thunder while greedily sniffing the air for the wonderful aromas of hearty homemade soup.

Then my husband sneaked behind me and put his arms around me, rubbing his unshaved stubble against my face.

"Missed me?" He whispered.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

With the little sparkles in our eyes that we once promised to never forget.

And that's our very own "Nescafe moment".