about the man married to the maid in malaysia henceforth MMMiM for short.
(tagee sole, yes, you can get off my case now)
this is the man who’s annoyingly logical but can watch a magic show even after firstborn has wandered away,bored;
this is the man who organised, co-ordinated and conducted a 3d2N tour for about 60 senior citizens in his colony *from the seriously-i-told-you-so types to the anciently-bedpan*
presenting to you….MMMiM
the man who takes the kiddies off my hand: our own and everyone else’s. once he arrives on the scene, it’s like mickey mouse turned up… all the two, three and four-footers rush to adoringly hang onto his shoelaces. and i am free. bliss.
s.o.s man: so i locked myself out of my home in chennai. and all the local locksmith shops i ran to, had left for the day.
so i called the MMMiM, who was actually in Malaysia then. and he called his colleague, who called a locksmith. who arrived at the doorstep. in a trice.
*let us not dwell on my sheepish explanations, shall we*
park man: *stops to bite into humble pie before keying in the rest*
this is the guy who got his licence after i did. and has been driving far
fewer years than i have.
i might take us to the destination, but only after he parks, do we arrive.
pack-man: i am really the hunter-gatherer in this relationship. i have no clue how seventeen flower vases and thirty-three pieces of fragile china are going to get to chennai from malaysia.
in one other instance, i once even opened our suitcase in full-public view in a train, without hiding my face with a towel in embarrassment.
*and the best part is our families thinks it’s me who’s packed*
he can do the smallest things with the greatest love: like a zero-crease bed for baby param with fresh sheets; like hot water for coughy-coughy me at 3.30 a,m, ; like remembering to take along a low stool for gramps to climb on to an innova.
i cant wait to pass on this tag (list of five best things the husband has done for you) to