Men fantasize about having/making more money, about the latest gadgets, cars, perhaps holidays, fitness regimes and yes, some fantasize about other women.I’m married to a man whose fantasies revolve around FOOD! The only time The Husbands face lights up, his eyes sparkle and he’s rubbing his hands in anticipatory glee is when he’s thinking of/looking forward to/devouring a well-cooked meal. Discussions about the next meal start even as we are having our present one. During mealtimes, the addition of ingredients are questioned, dissected, unasked for advice is given to me. The feedback is plenty, if the meal isn’t upto his mark, and sparse, if it is 🙂
Little wonder that the only line, from my favourite song ‘Favicol’ I’m stuck on is ‘Main toh Tandoori Murgi hoon yaar, gatakale Saiyaan alcohol se!’
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.
🙂 reminds me of A !!!
A way to a hard working man's heart is through his little stomach.