John had had a long day. All he wished for was a whiskey and soak himself in the tub.Just then the phone rings.It's a call from his wife, Mary. Reluctantly, John answers the phone. Mary tells him that she would be late and that he might order Chinese for dinner for she would grab a bite at the University cafeteria. John does not mind. He's got used to being alone. Lately, this had become a pattern with Mary. She would call and cancel at the last minute. No prior intimation. John enjoys his bath and the whiskey. Then, he orders Chinese. Eats his dinner while watching TV.
Mary has had a long day. All she wants is some food, a glass of wine maybe and loads of sleep. She has not slept for days. She opens the door with the spare key that she wears around her neck. She quietly gets in. Has a quick shower.She opts for a cup of cocoa, rather having the take away from Chang's Palace.
She creeps into bed very gently. John is snoring by now. She curls up to him and dozes off in an instant.
John has had a long day. All he wishes for is a glass of rum and soak himself in the tub.Just then the phone rings. It's Mary. She would be turning in late today and asks him to order a pizza.He knows what that means. He knows what she likes: a sumptuous spread of olives,mushrooms and a generous garnish of cheese. He has a refreshing glass of rum, a quick shower and then he heads to the living room. The pizza arrives in time so that he can relish every bite with the tennis match that's going on Live on TV.
Mary comes home late.Tired,hungry and sleepy, she straight heads to the kitchen.Re-heats her pizza and gulps it down hungrily. She has a glass of water and turns in for the night.
John's day was long as always.Mary calls him and excuses herself. She won't make it again. John knows it's Thursday. On Thursdays they order Italian. John likes wine with his spaghetti.His order comes in time. There's nothing worthy on TV so he turns to his DVD collection.He opts for "the Godfather" Enjoys the movie and his Italian spread.
Mary is broken and almost sick.She knows she would collapse on bed.She enters the room.Heads for a shower, and hits the bed. All she hopes for is she does not fall ill by morning.She cannot afford to miss work. It's Friday. John has been slogging like a dog. There are deadlines to be met ahead of the weekend.He comes home tired and hungry. Mary calls to tell him to order Indian food. John helps himself to a generous portion of Biryani and a juicy tandoori chicken as he watches a silly Bollywood movie that makes no sense to him despite the subtitles. He laughs his way to bed and hits the sack.
Mary returns to find John fast asleep.Her bowl of Kheer welcomes her. She loves Indian food with all it's tantalizing flavours and spices and colours. She has some chicken. A quick shower and she makes her way into the bed. Even before she could realize, sleep takes her far away into the world of dreams.
It's Saturday. John and Mary wake up late. They lazily look into each other's eyes. Finally, they get out of bed. Have a light breakfast and head out. They do groceries together. They come home and cook themselves a lavish lunch. By evening they go out again. Hit the bar. Come home and have left overs. Sunday is spent pretty much the same way. The week gapes at them. Waiting to devour them as they enjoy the remnant moments of the weekend in each other's arms planning a future where they would be happy, together.
Mary has had a long day. All she wants is some food, a glass of wine maybe and loads of sleep. She has not slept for days. She opens the door with the spare key that she wears around her neck. She quietly gets in. Has a quick shower.She opts for a cup of cocoa, rather having the take away from Chang's Palace.
She creeps into bed very gently. John is snoring by now. She curls up to him and dozes off in an instant.
John has had a long day. All he wishes for is a glass of rum and soak himself in the tub.Just then the phone rings. It's Mary. She would be turning in late today and asks him to order a pizza.He knows what that means. He knows what she likes: a sumptuous spread of olives,mushrooms and a generous garnish of cheese. He has a refreshing glass of rum, a quick shower and then he heads to the living room. The pizza arrives in time so that he can relish every bite with the tennis match that's going on Live on TV.
Mary comes home late.Tired,hungry and sleepy, she straight heads to the kitchen.Re-heats her pizza and gulps it down hungrily. She has a glass of water and turns in for the night.
John's day was long as always.Mary calls him and excuses herself. She won't make it again. John knows it's Thursday. On Thursdays they order Italian. John likes wine with his spaghetti.His order comes in time. There's nothing worthy on TV so he turns to his DVD collection.He opts for "the Godfather" Enjoys the movie and his Italian spread.
Mary is broken and almost sick.She knows she would collapse on bed.She enters the room.Heads for a shower, and hits the bed. All she hopes for is she does not fall ill by morning.She cannot afford to miss work. It's Friday. John has been slogging like a dog. There are deadlines to be met ahead of the weekend.He comes home tired and hungry. Mary calls to tell him to order Indian food. John helps himself to a generous portion of Biryani and a juicy tandoori chicken as he watches a silly Bollywood movie that makes no sense to him despite the subtitles. He laughs his way to bed and hits the sack.
Mary returns to find John fast asleep.Her bowl of Kheer welcomes her. She loves Indian food with all it's tantalizing flavours and spices and colours. She has some chicken. A quick shower and she makes her way into the bed. Even before she could realize, sleep takes her far away into the world of dreams.
It's Saturday. John and Mary wake up late. They lazily look into each other's eyes. Finally, they get out of bed. Have a light breakfast and head out. They do groceries together. They come home and cook themselves a lavish lunch. By evening they go out again. Hit the bar. Come home and have left overs. Sunday is spent pretty much the same way. The week gapes at them. Waiting to devour them as they enjoy the remnant moments of the weekend in each other's arms planning a future where they would be happy, together.
Pretty much reflects the marital groove of couples these days. You can't complain, you can't escape, you just carry on because there's no another alternative. Acceptance of monotony in personal life to sustain and foster professional life seems like a modern day's vogue. But even in this tedious loop, you find moments, satisfying ones, that rejuvenate your soul to again brave out the inescapable toil.:) Beautiful narrative! <3
ReplyDeleteThanks Tejashri . I am glad you liked the post.
Deletekeep reading :) we are a part of the modern world.governed by its rules and spoiled by its pleasures. cannot complain much:)
Agreed, by and large it is a lament of the cosmopolitan couple residing either in Timbaktu or Hyderabad, but what I wonder is if they sleep like logs is their subconscious in place to escape in the world of dreams??? I doubt. You capture the flavour very well though :))) enjoyed!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rama for your lovely comments. I would have them sleeping like logs :)
Deletethanks again. keep reading :)
as for the flavour Rama, i guess i must have been truly hungry while writing this post . such maddening reference to food :D
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