Your husband's away and has been gone for some time, not to Akola or Nanded or Udgir - which is far as he has ventured out alone so far - but all the way to Amrriicaa!!!! Ten thousand miles away ! how does that feel?
Blissful - in the beginning at least! You have the house to yourself, so the only mess you ever have to clear is what YOU made yourself... and this one thing really drives home the fact about how indulgent one is to oneself... when i see my clothes, my shoes, my plate where it shouldn't be, I smile indulgently to myself " now Nita, is the drawing room sofa any place to leave your bra and petticoat around? pick it up, naughty girl!" ( Yup! that's another privilege - you can change where you want).
Now imagine - what massacre would have occured if a wife had found hubby's underclothes in the drawing room??!!
You can change things around as you want - TV in the bedroom...why not? Or better still - TV in the bathroom..haha, that's a real privilge.
You don't have to cook - you can have a sandwich for dinner if you feel like, and a Sundae for lunch ( easy, since the ice cream parlour is just next door....i just have to holler from my balcony and he brings me the flavor i want ). Even better, ppl are ready to feed you, my mom just called to say " garam garam idlis banaye hai...come down for breakfast!"
Now for the flip side... and as the days pass, you discover there are many....tooooooo many..
At night when you get cold ( because it is YOU who has wanted to Ac on ) there is no one to nudge awake and say - "hey...turn off the AC" YOU have fallen asleep while reading, it is YOU who has to get up and switch the tube light off; before going to bed, it is again you who has to go around checking all the doors - why does the house seem such a big, unsafe and unsound place when you are all on your own? Even the dog looks scared witless - damn it! isn't he supposed to watch over you ? Well, someone tell that to my dog...HE hides behind the sofa if someone even bangs on the door loudly!
You want your friends to remember that you are alone and invite you out... instead it is their hubbies who call and say " want to go for a drive??" ( Now why does such an innocent offer sound so loaded?) Because in the next sentence he says " even my wife is not in town!"
You find yourself still setting the table for two and remember fondly how nice it was to wrestle with the TV remote to decide what you would watch over dinner... news, cricket match or a sans bahu serial? Watching TV all by yourself is no fun!!!
You are feeling unwell and there is no one who will get up in the middle of the night and go searching for a '24 hours open' medical shop to get you a bottle of Vicks Vaporub and rub it on you!
The list goes on and on...
And you find the irony of the situation when you write a mail and while pressing the button for SEND remember you don't know your hubby's e mail id!!!!! What the hell? WHY should i know my huband's e-mail id.... husband is one person who should ALWAYS be no more than a distance of one holler away -
COME BACK SOON please...
