The spouse left for Nasik at the crack of dawn this morning. He was kind enough to ensure water didnt splash on bathroom tiles during quick shower at all on pain of having his ears chewed off by rabid woman deprived of an early morning lie in. I suspect he sponged himself. And then gently woke me, hesitantly asking if a cup of tea might be too much to trouble me for in the wee hours of the morning. I grumpily overboiled tea leaves and milk and set it before him. He drank it calmly. Said his goodbyes and was off. And I went right back to sleep. And then it was time to wake up and get down to the routine.
“Hello, where have you reached?”
“We’re still a long way off, bye.”
Ears try to interpret background road noise as if auditory signboards would be up in bold letters. Read, spouse is now passing mid sized town. Or spouse is now traversing through open farming zone.
A little while later.
“Have you had breakfast?” This said in guilty whiney tone since one has downed an entire paratha and is sated and satisfied the way only pure fattening foods can make one.
“What did you have?”
“Breakfast. See you later.”
Self trying to decipher whether he has eating south indian idli sambar or a more saner fulfilling alu paratha or found a sandwich place on the road and made do with a sandwich. All from the tone of voice.
An hour later.
“Have you reached?”
“Almost there. Bye.”
Can someone offer to scriptwrite for this man of mine. He’s fast going from a man of few words, to a man of no words. Or perhaps, am I eating up all his words too?