The Husband Chronicles: #4
Anyone who knows me well, knows of my phenomenal memory. I remember what people wore when I met them for the first time, what someone may have said a dozen years ago, names, faces, and all sorts of trivia. Why, I even remember roads and landmarks of countries visited eons ago!
Ever since I got married, my phenomenal memory seems to have deserted me. I don’t remember what I was saying 5 minutes ago, forget names and faces and as for directions and landmarks, I have confidently mis-directed The Husband on various occasions.
The memory has deteriorated so much that The Husband now calls me Ghajini.
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.