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Sunday, May 07, 2006

A quick tale 132

A fight that never was

This morning, a woman who likes to rise early, stands in her kitchen thinking. She has just realised that it is an important anniversary. It is six years today since she was proposed to and she is pretty certain that her husband has forgotten the occasion. She realises with growing annoyance that he has never remembered the date in the past. That it has always been upto her to remind him of it. After which he would be so sorry that he would quickly make it up to her. By going down on his knees and proposing to her again, just like he did all those years ago. The re-enactment would have the desired effect and she would forgive him instantly.

But not today. Today, she would wait until he remembers it on his own. And once he does, she would refuse to be cajoled by his repentant gestures. She would point out to him that he has forgotten the date every year since he first proposed to her. And this would make him feel sorry even more. She would remain cold for the rest of the evening. Just to make her point. And he would be quite upset by then. But she would be unmoved. Until he begs her for her forgivance. Only then would she relent. And let escape a tiny hint of a smile.

The woman relishes the prospect of a good showdown and is rubbing her hands in anticipation when she hears her husband padding down the stairs. It seems like yesterday, she hears him say as he walks into the kitchen, that I asked you to be my wife. The woman looks at her husband in surprise. It's a good minute before she recovers and finds the words. I'm so sorry, she starts to say, I never meant it like that. Perplexed, the husband waits for an explanation.

7 comments:

Vijay Krishna said...

Good one! That was crisp.

Subbu said...

I call it the I-love-you-more-than-you-love-me syndrome clearly evidenced by pumping up the guilt factor over inane anniversaries best forgotten.

IdeaSmith said...

Awwwwpp....each time we make a fist, why does life come back to slap us on the knuckles?

Good story.

Saumya said...

Wow! A perfect Jikku-sque story!

Karthik said...

Neat.

And hey, cool template. Not sure when you changed it ... guess thats the problem with feedreaders :)

Premalatha said...

cool template.

prakash said...

Just has a passing resemblance, but it reminded me of this Dave Barry article