‘The Wife’ was to go for a meeting today. Being a loving husband, I offered to drop her by taking a little detour. ‘I would rather go by metro and reduce my carbon footprint’, The Wife was unimpressed. Having duly admired the sentiment, I painted the picture of us travelling together in the winter morning saying sweet nothings to each other etc. which apparently was not working in my favour. Within a minute of starting the journey, I realised the potentially dangerous situation I had put myself in- if The Wife is late by a minute the consequences would be gruesome. Luck being my best friend, the city apparently had decided to break its last traffic jam record. I could feel the temperature inside the car dropping at an alarming rate. Driver of the car in front of us opened his car door followed by his mouth and emptied around a litre of bright red paan juice on mother earth. I winced, but not Wife, she thrust her chin forward and the windowpane on her side began rolling down. ‘He is so dead’, I said to myself. But apparently, there is a God in the heaven, and in situations such a these he/she plans to intervene- the traffic moved and before any verbal communication could be initiated and the driver disappeared manoeuvring his way between the cracks in traffic. I sighed (mentally of course!). The traffic stopped moving again and the stress was unbearable. Suddenly, I heard someone singing a Thumri- ‘नज़रियाँ की मारी, हाय! मरी मोरी गुइयां'. I looked around. It was definitely not Wife, because it was a male voice. The realisation hit me like an iceberg the very next moment, as I noticed that the melody was emerging from my own mouth. I mean, when under tremendous stress, I tend to sing, without being aware of it, you know what I mean right? I looked to my left to witness that indescribable expression on Wife’s face. Moral of the story- Never stop The Wife from reducing her carbon footprint.
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