Some tricks of the man i am married to !!

I have had the absolute joy of sharing my life, my thoughts, my kitchen secrets, marriage secrets, secrets which no longer qualify as secrets, with a lot of you and believe me when i read your comments nothing can bring me more happiness(except maybe a hot chicken croissant and coffee)

so i was thinking, why not share the other side of my life, you know the part where i cry and sulk, the part where i bang the fridge door and dont care about my calorie intake at all. Yes the dirty part where G becomes a nightmare to deal with.

Over time this blog has been like a diary where i love writing down everything about us, our little world, our beautiful home, my 4 door wardrobe, the porcelain bathroom tiles and the soft persian rug in the living room.

Hold on, did i just say beautiful home?? on an average i spend 20 minutes EVERYDAY tidying up the kitchen counter after dinner. Dinner is usually cooked with a 6 foot man hovering behind me , looking for an opportunity to eat the scrambled eggs from the pan, just one second to pick up 3 paneer cubes as i fry them and keep them aside for the Palak Paneer. This man who makes it a point to leave the ice tray empty after his weekend use of ice cubes with the Jack Daniels. The man who makes it a point to keep the microwave on, after heating the tea(yes i make tea in the morning which he has after an hour). G never fails to surprise me with his innovative ways of storing food in the fridge, since sometimes i see the frying pan in the fridge shelves along with the small pressure cooker , in which i had cooked the daal.(its all done with the purpose of helping me, mind you)

Talking of my second love, my wardrobe, which had been a subject of conflict ever since it was gifted for our anniversary. The six foot man i am married to thinks i should give him some place for his ties, socks and mufflers in my cupboard. Not to forget, its understood if i have 4 doors and he has only 3, the extra one is the reason for conflict. So amid my scarves and stoles, there are glimpses of blue silk ties and white mufflers. Off course, since i have a separate place for my bags, his Louis Vuitton also goes there.

G and i share a lot of things, guess thats how we spend so much time with eachother without ever needing a third person. we like the same kind of food and the same bathroom, yes since we have the special porcelain tiles in the master bedroom , the 6 foot man makes it a point to keep his shaving foam,the razor, the funny looking gadget called trimmer, along with his Brut and after shave bottles, right next to my chocolate souffle body lotion. Some men i tell you are just not satisfied with their place in the wife's life, they want a share of the basin counter too. Of course no body appreciates, i agreed on a dark brown shower curtain, so he does not have to suffocate in the shower area seeing a bright pink shower curtain( and then people say, no sacrifice goes un noticed)

And oh the beautiful Persian rug in the living room , the same on which i do my early morning Yoga watching TV, has stains on the edges, because somebody i am married to, forgets there is a rug on the floor and walks all over it as he volunteers to open the door as we return from our weekend shopping. Why only this one, the pink rug in the bedroom with the satin cushions are usually found scattered around the room , in the morning as the man fumbles to the loo at night.

So, since most of you have been thinking how blessed i am and what a wonderful angel i have to spend my life with, i think its my moral obligation to give you a glimpse of the devils horn, behind that innocent face that has left a mark on my left ventricle for a lifetime.