Travellers Tales

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.

“Yup.”

“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?

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About Kiran Manral

Author of The Face At The Window, ( 2016), Karmic Kids, All Aboard (2015) , Once Upon A Crush (2014) and The Reluctant Detective (2011).
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11 Responses to Travellers Tales

  1. Average Jane says:

    You know, you shouldn’t delve too deep into men’s psyche, don’t you? We learnt that when we were four but as grown women, keep forgetting. Though do you think he had picked up a wonderful sexy woman enroute and was indulging in you-know-wat and so didn’t want to be disturbed? Perish the thought 🙂

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  2. Monika says:

    if u find a solution let me know, he sounds like mine 🙂

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  3. BlueMist says:

    Was he driving or something ? So avoided to talk too many words just a thought.

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  4. Dottie says:

    lol. mine sounds like this when he with with a co-worker he doesn’t know too well.

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  5. mayya says:

    My husband is all official sounding, brief and terse on the phone when he’s around others

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  6. CA says:

    Exactly sounded like mine … every time I call him he asks “Can I call you back?” … on lucky days our conversations last 2 WHOLE SECONDS !!

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  7. mayG says:

    *sigh* I hear ya sistah!

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  8. maidinmalaysia says:

    at least yours spoke

    mine grunts..

    Me: have you had lunch
    spouse: low grunt
    ( meaning: no in a meeting, now)

    Me: What time are you coming back
    Spouse: Grunt

    (meaning, 9 pm. may be 9 .30, if you keep calling me this often to find out)

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  9. NainaAshley says:

    That’s why the only time I call hubby at work is when we have to coordinate picking up Apple from daycare or something like that.

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  10. JLT says:

    LOLOL Loved the post and the remarks 😀

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  11. mommyof2 says:

    After reading many blogs about how hubbys are so talkative and involved in family life i thought I was the only one stuck with the opposite kind of person but yours sound like mine:-)and after reading the remarks I am glad we are not alone;-)

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