Thursday, November 03, 2005
His better half's monologue..
"All of us love listening to stories, don't we? Well, I have one to offer you too, the story of my own life, the one that I lead with this man, who the world calls my husband.."
"You know what am thinking right now? Why (the hell) do we get married?"
"No, no..now don't start on devising those sermons to be delivered to me.."
"I know why we get married..to fight and blow our tops!!"
"Before you dismiss me as one of those cynical sounding feminist with anti-men ideas, I will give you an instance..Why one, I will give you many.."
"It is one of those rare nights. We are watching a fabulous late night movie with mugs of coffee in our hands. It is pouring like crazy outside and my dear hubby could think of nothing but his car outside.."
"Oh my poor car, my poor car," he goes on and on..
"Finally I get bugged and I say, "Oh God, now go hug your poor car and sleep..""
"And you know, what all we fight for? Which channel to watch, which restaurant to eat at, whose party to attend - his colleague's promotion party or my friend's daughter's birthday party..Oh yes, we also fight on who has to wake up early and cook!!"
"Ok, let me tell you about another day. We are inside the car, waiting at a signal when I can see his eyes effortlessly following a group of five college girls, laughing and giggling. There is a smile that I see unconsciously spreading on his face. But Sir checks himself soon enough, for he knows my eyes are following him as well.."
"And then he immediately has to clear his throat, and say.."
"Now, now, dear, won't it be lovely to have girls, er.., daughters like them, so pretty beautiful and adorable.."
"and he has to crane his neck and look at them, till they disappear round the bend, till I shake him up and say, the signal is green.."
"Daughters, it seems..Sheesh!!"
"God, what do I do with him? The morning following that late night movie, I wake up to see his eyes fixed on me anxiously.."
"Well?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"You know what honey..You look like a beautiful child when you sleep.."
""Amit.." I burst out, finding it hard to supress my giggles, "You just can't get this.." and I go into fits of laughter, holding my tummy."
"And then I see him looking mournful and confused like a kid.."
"Amit, what is it?"
"Suddenly he kneels down by the side of my cot, takes my hand and slips a beautiful ring into my finger.."
"Sweetie, may be there are a thousand stars in the sky, but you are the brightest.." he pauses, "but don't mind the rest.." "
"and there, right there, he gives a wide grin, while I chase him out of the room with his loud cries of "Happy Anniversary baby.." filling the entire house.."
"But you know, I should tell you..Sometimes, I find him so cute, especially when he falls asleep on my lap when I go on and on with my day's stories.."
"Love sometimes shows up most in the most trivial of acts. Like.."
"Like when he massages my feet when I cry out in pain and when he hands over those tissue papers, seeing me weep over spicy food.."
"I am talking too much about him today..All this rambling means that I am going to miss him..:(..he is going on a two week official tour..:("
"Sumi, I think I would need another bag..Where are you? Why don't you come here..Sumi!!"
"There, can you hear him??"
"See, see tension is mounting..I need to rush now.."