The Husband Chronicles: #11
A tense silence hangs over the house these days. Amma and me cast furtive glances at each other every time the doorbell rings. The reason, we’re auditioning for a good cook, for CP (yes, we’ve abbreviated the Chinna Pillavadu to just small and sweet CP)
The specifications given by The Husband are, the cook should be a good cook (isn’t that obvious?) she should be able to cook up multi cuisines (dream on, Brother!) she should be hygiene conscious (Ha!)punctual (Ha!Ha!Ha!) and be ready to improvise and follow instructions (Hahahahahahahahahahaha!)
Though I agree with him on all the specifications on his list, I think it is obvious The Husband is a newbie to the world of Maids! ;-D Meanwhile, the auditions go on…
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.