Feline Musings

Sharing your time and space with someone is not an easy job, and after the first cup of coffee, you are supposed to take on the kitchen chores, single-handedly. Unless, you finally become hard-hearted enough to break the gender-mould and get the hubby to learn some basic chores. The first year is the best time when you can play on the newfound love, and find ways and means to train him to be handy around the kitchen, instead of reviving his romance with the television, after you both have had a long and hard day at work. Yes, you need to find little ways out of that lethargy, and also to make the hubby more useful, within the first year, else it may be too late to make him change! Remember, the love will cool down, the romance fizzle, but the chores that he learns in the first year will remain lifelong.

It’s not my hubby’s fault; it’s got to do with his Sindhi genes and a generous amount of Gujju influence that words like Sale, Discount, Free Gift, Savings, and Combo-Pack have him hypnotically moving in the direction from which these words originated. So, when he suddenly got up in the middle of an afternoon siesta and started to go out, I wasn’t surprised at his response to my questioning look, that he was going for a free-health checkup at the local medical store. I sighed understandably; it was the Sindhi-Gujju combo-genes at work.

Apart from observing the drastic changes in girth as soon as girlfriend becomes wife, yesterday he had another revelation.

I nearly had an anxiety attack when my male hairdresser was actually watching “run-out” while snipping away at my very precious fewer of the few hair.

When hubby came from office, I added Bacardi white rum, and soda. The mint-leaves floated to the top, and I realized we needed straws. So we quickly walked down to the local juice shops and got two straws. We retrieved the chilling drink from the refrigerator, and sipped our way into many more years of marital bliss.

Getting up to the smell of rain hanging in the air and opening my eyes to an overclouded sky, I was as euphoric as a child, prodding hubby to get up and enjoy the morning drizzle. I quickly brewed up some coffee and hubby and I relaxed in the balcony after what seemed ages. More surprises in store!

02:20 hrs: Boisterous thunder and impending showers wake me up. The day’s laundry is still hanging out in the balcony. I must retrieve the clothes and get them into the house before the downpour starts. 
02:22 hrs: I am still in bed, procrastinating and hoping hubby will get up and bring the laundry into the house. [...]

“So, when does your husband reach home from work?” A female colleague inquired. 
“Always fifteen minutes after the dinner is ready, irrespective of when I reached home.” I answered nonchalantly.
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