The Husband Chronicles: #7
When I first met The Husband, the immediate adjectives that came to mind were ‘strong and silent’ After I wed him, I’ve added another one to the previous two, sulking.
For I’ve realized that The Husband is a 6-foot tall spoilt brat when Amma is around.
He sulks if the breakfast menu is not what he wanted it to be. He sulks if we are late and/or disorganized. He sulks if we are inattentive. He sulks.Period.
And his chubby cheeks make him look so cute when he sulks that I’ve named him ‘Chinna Pillavadu’ *little boy*. Amma and Appa are thrilled about the nick name! ;-D
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.