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Domestic bliss

These days I haven't had the time to pen my thoughts down. Ask why and I'd say that I am happily cleaning my house every spare second I get. Yeah. I am sort of obsessively finicky these days. I mop and swab the house even after the maid leaves. If I can’t manage doing so in the mornings, I get home and clean between cooking. And no, my hubby while he totally appreciates this has never asked me to be this clean. But of course he loves coming home to a clean house.

Okay so that’s enough about my current ‘OCD’. Now back to daily life snippets. Like I mentioned earlier, currently my life has found a tandem that hubby and I seem to love and enjoy. Work is good and the house, of course is clean! But the people here continue to amuse me.

So he and I go out for walks (we are surrounded by parks and gorgeous row houses aka. Semi bungalows) and happen to bump into these three aunties on a daily basis. We don’t exchange any pleasantries but do get an amused look from them. Amused maybe because I prefer to walk out in shorts? Well, frankly every second young lady escorted or not, is walking around in shorts these days! They, of course, are busy with their saas-bahu banter and ‘kisne kitna bada makaan banwaliya hai…’

It so happened that one of the days, feeling the whiff of romance in the air, we walked hand-in-hand. Taking the regular route we walked past the aunties as well. That’s when I heard the gasp. Yeah, it was loud enough and probably deliberate for us to hear.

‘Haath pakda hai…”

Wide-eyed, we looked at each other. While I broke into a fit of giggles, he was plain embarrassed. With romance in the bin, we finished our walking and headed back home. And yeah, he wouldn’t hold my hand after that! Bloody aunty…plain jealous, I say! 
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