Returning home from the honeymoon, we are whiling away time and money shopping at duty free when I see The Husband picking out booze like the supply might be going out of stock for good.
“So many?” I quiz, already in typical wife mode.
“Hmmmm……” The Husband is in deep thought as he selects bottles.
“What for?” I ask, since I am a teetotaler, and The Husband is a social drinker.
“In case of emergency…” is the reply, as a vodka bottle is chosen.
“What emergency?” I ask , even as I wonder why I’m using only 2 syllables per question.
“You know…” he shrugs
“What?” I grin, “someone might collapse, seriously lacking booze in their blood stream and we just might have to attach the bottle via an intravenous drip to revive them. Emergency ?”
Laughter. And only 3 bottles bought.
I am a Punjabi married to a Telugu. It was an arranged marriage. Yes, really.
And like it usually happens in an arranged marriage scenario, my husband and I started getting to know each other post marriage.
The Husband Chronicles first started as a facebook update on a boring Sunday afternoon and most people on my friends list enjoyed the 1st one, and the ones that followed, so much that they kept asking for more.
After the 5th Chronicle I realized that I enjoyed writing them too and began numbering them. From fb status updates they graduated to becoming blog posts.
The Husband feigns indifference and annoyance at being the protagonist of this series, but just between you and me he gets a big thrill at being written about.