If I had a husband at home......
If I had a husband at home…..then probably I would have been updating him on hourly basis how many times the people around me in office were bugging me, how the HR staff was bothering me for my late marks and early leaves, and how my boss was badgering me for his own mistakes.
Probably I would be calling him to tell him that he has to pay the electricity bill, and when he would tell me how busy he was, I would tell him that I’ll do that online, and that I’ll come early today and will pick up kids from the play school and buy them ice creams and their art and craft material for home work and that he can take up his work as per his convenience in office.
When I enter the departmental store, probably I‘ll call him to ask if he would prefer the same vanilla flavor that we always buy or shall we try out a different flavor. And, even if he tells me to buy butter-scotch, I’ll convince him that it will be sheer stupidity if we miss vanilla. J
If we are sitting with a laptop at night, and he proposes for a holiday trip to a beach, I’ll tell him that he is trying to be non-adventurous by choosing that spot. Later, when he asks me which place I’d like to explore this summers, I’ll throw the blanket on floor in excitement at jump on the bed shouting “Lets go to Goa!!!”. J
During mid-night, on a long drive at a lonely road, if he manages to steal a glance of my flying hair and tell me that I was beautiful, I’ll tell him that I didn’t marry him because he is gentleman, but he has become a gentleman because I married him.
If he goes out of town for a day, and I have to drive to office on my own, I’ll search for reasons to shout at him. Finally, I’ll tell him how badly he is maintaining the car and that the brake oil was not changed when it should have been, and then, when I am done, he tells me that he has to switch his handheld off, as his flight is about to take off. I’ll immediately feel sorry for all the things, matters and deeds that hurt him because of me, and admit that “I am missing him”, and will ask him to promise me that he should always be my driver. He’ll laugh and tell me that this is what he loves in me- my dependence on him within the boundaries of my independent life.
