And the new year begins

We called in 2010 with much moaning. And some groaning. Tut tut, what were you thinking. The spouse decided that he wasnt to be left behind in the falling ill stakes and decided to go for it gung ho. So he rolled on bed for three days and nights with high fever, playing the martyr, wrapping himself in blankets and being smelly and unbathed and all woe is me. At which point, the child and I shifted ourselves to the child’s room and occasionally dropped by to check temperatures and administer medicine and deliver food.

Nope. Am not a heartless female dog. Its just that the child, given his propensity to febrile seizures, needs to be kept at a fair distance from anything that feels a bit above body temperature. Which also explains why he drinks even his milk cooled down to ridiculous levels. The anniversary celebrations, as you might guess, were suitably altered to include moaning, groaning and feeling sorry for oneself as part of the agenda. In fact, the only moment in the entire day that I actually felt that the day was worth celebrating was when a friend came home at night bearing a bouquet. So much for my dreams of the LV Alma. Excuse me while I mope around for a bit and feel terribly sorry for myself. I might even wring out the towel and mop the floor for a bit with the tears. Might save water, given the current state of the water crisis in the city.

The city, speaking of which, gives me no cheer too. After one heavenly day when the minimum temperature sank to 13.5 degrees Celsius, the thermometer bounced right up to obscene for December/January levels of 19 degrees C and 21 degrees C. I spent much of the weekend putting away all the woollens I had taken out in hope and anticipation right up in the loft. And I stare longingly at newsclips of fog and flight delays and cold temperatures reaching down to the minus, and look up at the fan overhead whirring at full speed and mourn my fate to be doomed in a city that never winters, and never lets me have the pleasure of a winter wardrobe.

We have also shifted into a new office. A split level one, with tiny stairs going up to where I am supposed to be seated. After much deliberation, I decided to throw the stilettoes off and clamber up barefooted. Better safe than stylish. Climbing up and down one gadzillion times a day is so going to do wonders for my thigh muscles. Im going to think positive. Yes I am. The good news is that I get to do up a brand new office. The trouble with working with the husband is that the same fights one had while doing up the home get replicated while doing up the office. Therefore, he’s a reds and purples person and I am a beige and whites and neutrals person. We’re currently dividing walls by tossing coins. I think a rubik’s cube kind of look is what we’re going to bring into vogue.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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4 Responses to And the new year begins

  1. Meira says:

    oooooooo…come over to Delhi for a week. We’ve got the perfect weather for the cardigans and jackets and overcoats. In multiple layers. With caps and mufflers and gloves and socks and makke ki roti n sarson ka saag and peanuts-in-the-sun and wait…we were talking about clothes, right. Right.
    A very Happy New Year to you

    Thank you. The clothes and the food are a package deal, right?


  2. Rachna says:

    ohhh Give me reds and purples any day! I think they look fabulous!!

    They would in an expansive space. We are a small gala in a warren of passages. No sunlight.


  3. Khiraki says:

    Ah, hope your hubby feels better soon and takes you out to celebrate your anniversary in style! You need to come to england, you’ll be in need of your winter wardrobe as soon as you step out of bed every morning! It’s snowing flakes the size of rasgulla’s right now!! (ok i exaggerate a teeny bit) 😀


    Oh what I would give to see some cold for a few days.


    • Meira says:

      Seriously, Delhi is just a few hours away.:)
      I even have a house full of child-friendly stuff! What with the husband not ready to leave his childhood behind 😀


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