The Husband Chronicles: #6
The Husband grew up in Ooty, enjoying freezing winters and pleasant weather all year round. Me, I grew up in Bombay, where a temperature of 22 degrees is our excuse for winter. Each ‘winter’, as the temperature dips, out come my thick socks, my flannel sweatshirt and my special quilt, made with 10 kgs of cotton.
Ever since I shifted to this really high floor of this really high, high-rise, I haven’t once switched on the fan,as the breeze that blows in from my open windows is pleasant enough for me. Yes, I do feel colder than most people I know.
With the onset of summer, The Husband has started feeling the Mumbai heat. The outcome, the air-con is turned to a low 15 degrees for a while as I shiver in my thick socks, under my 10 kg duvet, which The Husband has christened ‘The Monster’. I think I need to get my flannel sweatshirt out of storage.
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.