My husband and I recently embarked on a whirlwind trip over a matter of days. We left the rarely sunny British Isles for the monsoon stricken shores of India. After landing in Mumbai and suffering the effects of jet-lag, we travelled to Vizag which is actually also known as Vishakhapatnam.
After a few days of attending a wedding, we zipped back to Mumbai and then on to London. In these short 9 days, we really put our body clock through the grinder! Still, it was an interesting experience especially since I was able to experience my first Indian monsoon and witness my husband, Chandru’s book, The Journey of Om selling out in Crosswords yet again (shameless plug, I know.)
Then there was the other incident. Chandru, all warm and cuddly now, is more often right about things than not and even though he doesn’t gloat I can see the smugness in his eyes!
My telly tubby of a husband had planned our entire trip to Vizag and on Saturday morning, he woke me up at some ungodly hours so we could leave at 7am and make our way to the airport. Still suffering from the ruthless effects of jet-lag, I managed to pull myself out of bed and take care of business. Showered and packed, I was ready in record time even if I was a little drowsy. The suitcases were locked, all the doors and windows were closed and everything was good to go. Chandru then looks at me with a smile which for once, was without the ingredient of smugness. Strangely, my post graduate husband asked me to sit down and then informs me;
‘Baby, we’re an hour early. It’s 6am and the cab is arriving at 7am.’
Marriage Tip 19:
Published or not, be sure your spouse can TELL TIME!
Welcome to the early morning of our married life!
