Its high time, I put up this post on S’s antics. My life has been dull for the past three months and almost all my posts (well, I had been writing only weekend updates and travel stories) only reflected my sad state of mind. My happiness would only last for less than 48hrs, that is when S is with me during the weekends. I am still managing quite well during the week days, but there is no denying that I am missing S. What else but his thoughts can keep me sane, in his absence!
A few months back, I had to visit doctor for some allergy related treatment. S was the one to propose the idea first and the treatment would last for atleast 10days. On day1, he drops me at the clinic, comes back home to cook a good dinner and as I step into the house I smell something delicious. With cats and rats running in my tummy, I go hug him for taking efforts to cook something. He keeps the most innocent face ever and says – “Hey Loose… oru small prechana…” (Hey Loose.. one small problem) I immediately check all my kitchen equipment and groceries. Finding everything alright, I breathe a sigh of relief and ask him what it is.. Seemed he accidentally informed my MIL that I had gone to hospital when she casually asked for me during the call. My MIL panics with the word “Hospital”. When she started enquiring why what and all.. S panicked! He then understood he had given away unnecessary detail. He just shut her up saying everything is alright. Two days passed, neither my MIL called me nor I called her. On day4, she again called S and then.. he again told her that I was in hospital and this time.. he actually said I had gone for some “treatment”. My MIL was more tensed. She could neither ask me what it was about nor S. S wouldn’t give her detailed information. For a week or so, she thought we were hiding some problems from her 🙄 until I told her everything abt my dust allergy. Ufff!
Imagine this – We both are watching TV and some ad comes up. I causally comment abt the girl or guy in the commercial like – hey look how bad her dress is or why is his facial expression weird? Snap comes the reply from S – “Look, don’t talk anything unnecessary about anyone, its none of our business” Aggrrrhhhhh I go. This applies to anyone and everyone irrespective of how lame my comment was.
It was one of the mornings when I was rushing to office. I had already given my customary screams from the kitchen, to make him get up from bed. After struggling from the kitchen for about 25mins, I run to the bedroom to see S sleep peacefully. Irritated to the core, I start punching him on his leg. Its unbelievable that he wasn’t even feeling slightly uncomfortable and on top of it, after 3-4 punches he raised his leg making it unreachable for me 🙄 I remained silent for the next five minutes and could see the leg coming back to the normal. Everytime I tried to punch, he kept dodging his leg while being completely asleep. He had no memory of all this, when he actually got up. Sigh!
S loves to sleep. If there is one thing I learnt after moving in with him, its about his love for sleeping. Actually I feel he loves to sleep more than he loves me 😀 Once it happened that he slept for an hour extra in the morning than what he actually planned for. After spending about 4hrs alone, I was getting bored. At about 10-ish I went to wake him up somehow – what.. I can only be patient for so long 😀 Guess what was his reaction as soon as he opened his eyes – “Aiyo Cha… athukkulla 10 ayidcha” (Aiyo Cha.. Is it 10 already?) Not once or twice.. but for atleast 5-6 times. Needless to say… I was red with anger 😀
S is really really bad at guessing. One morning, I am preparing poori. I had made the aloo curry and on the kitchen counter, I have kept the poori dough. As soon as he enters the kitchen, he investigates everything and asks me.. “hey Loose… Masala dosa panriya.. super :D” (hey Loose… Are you preparing Masala Dosa.. super 😀 )
We are a typical Tom and Jerry couple, if there is any such comparison 😀 When S goes towards left, I would by default go to the right. But if there is one thing, that we both love.. its shopping. I am reminded of the number of times we go vegetable shopping during a week. Sometimes, we come back home only with two capsicums and a bunch of coriander and some other times, it would be two huge bags. Shopping is never considered a waste of time at GB-dom. There is though, something weird with us going to pick up veggies. As soon as we enter the super market, S asks me for the veggies to be picked. He would select his region and I would go about picking others out of his list. As I finish picking my set f veggies, I go put them in the basket that S holds. S is very very particular with picking the right veggies. He wants the right shape, size, color etc etc… Most of the times, he leaves his quest for good veggies mid-way (not satisfied) and hand over his section to me as well 😀
S always compliments my food. I have always found him only praising how good the food is, rather than complaining about the faults. There is a twist though, he never gets satisfied with outside food. Until recently, I found it hard to believe. How can a person eat anything at home so silently, but complain a lot even if it’s a small issue at a restaurant? I am still searching the answer.
S is very particular abt the salt levels in his food. Give him anything edible, he will eat it given that the salt is just right or even lesser. He stands next to me in the kitchen, as I season the food and warns me to use less salt. I have adapted myself to using so less salt that my own family feels we both are eating salt-less food and I am the cause for it. Once, my MIL made some chutney. S had one bite of it and he turned his face towards my MIL. He claimed there was excess of salt in the chutney. But when both I and my MIL tried it, salt was less but the sourness from tamarind was higher. I and MIL had a nice time teasing him over it for that day 😀
S is the Chutney-Master of the house. I must give it to him for the best tasting chutneys that he makes. He started preparing them, taking note of how I prepare them but now he is the one to excel 😀
I will never be a dearth of sleep stories and S 🙂 Recently, S was at home and I had to be working. Feeling bad that he was alone at home, getting bored I ditched my work and started back home. With so much excitement, I pressed the calling bell once. No response. I pressed it again and again and again. No response. I could see that he was at home only. I then guessed he must have fallen asleep. I kept calling his multiple mobile phones coupled by the calling bell, only to stand outside the grill door for 17mins with a huge laptop bag. He opens the door finally and asks me.. “Hey.. Ivlo seekram vanthutiya..?” (Hey… You are back so soon?”) and goes back to his sleep 🙄
S.. I am missing all your antics. I missing the many things that you do to irritate me. I am also missing the occasional food that you prepare for me. I am missing the “wake you up” activity. I am missing our time together watching the television. I am missing your small anger at me for working late at nights. I am missing you very badly dear.