The husband is very weird.
Some days, he will not move a muscle even though he sees me slogging off doing all kinds of household chores.
Some days, he will do any and everything before I even open my mouth even though it is not necessary – like making me a cup of hot milk before I doze off.
Festival means food.
Festivals can be celebrated without family and friends, but without lip smacking and yummy food? I don’t think so. Not to think that we did not have the two this Diwali. But the taste of that drumstick and brinjal sambar still lingers, more than the sight of my neighbor’s amused face on seeing me screaming hoarse to the kids during the bursting crackers ceremony.
Shopping can be done in less than half an hour.
Zack’s took 15 minutes. And mine 20 minutes. We stepped out to shop exactly the day before Diwali, since a week earlier a relative had passed away and the mourning period lasted till Thursday. He had some fitting issues with his trousers, we were asked to come after 3 hours for the alterations to be ready. After waiting leisurely for a rava dosa in the crowded hotel and savoring till the last bite, we stepped into a saree store for my shopping. The sarees which I got have been literally envied by the ladies in the clan. I asked Zack to ‘nazar utarofy’ my precious sarees, such intense longing for my clothes I have never witnessed. I was in half a mind to give them to one of them, but then I could not – they were so pretty to let go 😛