“Raj, why don’t you get down and unlock the gate? Stop looking around and find the keys for God’s sake, there will be enough time for watching the nature,” cooed my sweet little wife Sumi, sitting in a corner of the cab squeezed between my two kids and a lap full of baggage; watching me dazed, admiring the scenic beauty of the surrounding. Even when she was irritated and frustrated at my behavior, her voice betrayed sweetness that was an integral part of her beauty and sweet empathetic personality.
In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard her voice exceeding a particular decibel. That was unlike many married couples that I had seen. I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking, curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.
I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in, and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.
I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the landlord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbor, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbor in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my landlord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point, I could not remember what he had mentioned.
In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard her voice exceeding a particular decibel. That was unlike many married couples that I had seen. I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking, curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.
I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in, and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.
I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the landlord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbor, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbor in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my landlord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point, I could not remember what he had mentioned.