So we spend every Diwali with my in-laws and this time was no different.
We were to leave for Chennai at 3 in the afternoon and at 10 o clock that morning The Husband left the house citing ‘important meetings’
I ran around doing all the last minute chores, both inside the house and outside, while there was no sign or call from The Husband.
At 2 :30 pm he walked in, all polished and shined, and sheepishly revealed he was at the salon, getting the works done!
Did I hear you saying women are vain?
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.