Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. But my Venus, the Goddess of love, my wife, runs with the hands of clock.
She remains on her hectic schedule every morning. She wouldn’t sit for a nano second until she gets control over her seat and the driving-wheel of our still-jointly-owned car. On the way to her office, she drops me on an unguarded square, near the Palace Garden. I would pleasantly depart and say 'bye'. Keeping her right hand on the steering, she, too, would wave her wrong hand at me, in a manner as if she is writing off my file for a day.Before these parting moments, there occur fighting moments.
“Would you go now in bathroom? Where is you towel, eh?” she was really in hurry one day. But I had an idea to show how I was feeling. So I told her to look at my towel.
She did a gesture of throwing the idli-making plate in her hand into the sink, and without looking at the whole word went in bath. Then overtaking my first right to occupy the bath, she went into it. I was still in my newspaper-rich table. And she had her perspiring schedule on.
I do understand that the time is the factor that is killing our patience. Irrespective of the heat brewing in the atmosphere I continued on the newspapers. After a short period my wife came out of bath. Looking at her and her mood, represented by her hairstyle, I was fainted.
Before starting our offices’ journey I asked her in slow voice, “Do you really think that I am a complete stupid?”
She moved her lips in the arresting style of smiling and said, “No dear, you are not a complete stupid. Some parts are still missing.”
Though it is not the case that our life-car is not running satisfactorily. It is running anyway. But the balance is strategically unfavorable to me. You know, to be on the road, a vehicle should have some sane set of running ideas. We have strange set of the apparatuses that keep our life-car moving. Look at our life-car running wild on the road.
My married-ness has one abnormal side effect, too. It has increased my social value, up to an extent. Though I had done nothing to enhance my profile. But the people now think that I am a man of experiences, rather a man of strange experiences. They sometimes like my unusual findings from the life. One of my findings from my life is that : A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. And a successful woman is one who can find such a man.
Thus whenever any bachelor comes for my strictly personal advice, at the outset I say that the secret of a happy marriage would remain a secret forever. When he asks about the cost of the project called 'marrying', I take a long distance sigh and tell that, "I don't know man, because I am still paying the same."
I do believe that only a fool or a philosopher can suggest something firm about the marriages. I am not a philosopher, but I tell the inquiring man to marry soon. Because I believe that it is bliss; it is the strongest gateway to happiness. There will be greeneries all around you. You will feel that you are almost in the sky. It is an express highway. But mind well!!! There is no point of return.
However my life does not run wild for whole of the day. We come late at home. Such are our jobs. But my wife follows a strange routine to enter the home at evenings. While entering the home, she follows a ritual in three stages: she would kick the door first, throw her purse away on a table; and finally she would stand in the middle of drawing room, tossing her sandals in any corner—preferably the distant one.
The door, the purse, and the sandals have never complained about this routine. Nor do I complain. It is because I know that my wife’s work is more laborious than me, and her office supervisor is a man of crack ideas. Hence she looks torn and tired when we reach at home.
I take hurried shower and make tea for her and coffee for me. After placing the tea and biscuits on table I tell her, “Dear, shall we go to a restaurant of your choice today?”
I would not hurry for the reply. After taking third or fourth sip of the tea and a gentle bite on a biscuit, she would say that, “No dear, I have read a new recipe today. We shall try it at home.”
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