26 May 2013

Once a tradition, always a tradition

Our motley crowd of Bengalis did not have our group run today. Amitesh is in Myrtle Beach, Arup is somewhere up in the high mountains, Samaresh is in Altanta and I am in Hilton Head.
But come 7:30, as promised, we all got out and ran a virtual group run from wherever we were.
A promise is a promise is a promise.
[given Arup’s running attire today, I can safely assume he is in a colder place than the rest of us πŸ™‚ ]

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26 May 2013

Four letter word?

Sharmila and I took a long walk on the beach hand in hand and all that stuff… Discussions swirled around our parents, India, life after kids, work and all things sundry. Somehow the discussion veered towards me having to sell her something (I think it was about the location of our retirement home). Anyways, she thought I am a terrible sales person. Touched to the quick, I reminded her that she had said “No” when I proposed to her and her parents were dead against the marriage. Yet, we are where we are – so I cannot be that bad in sales.
Not sure whether she was trying to make light of the situation or just being reflective but she said that I do not know what life would have been if we were not married.
This was getting awkward for me. So, determined to make light of the situation myself I pointed out that “life” is a four letter word. She laughed out loud. Thoroughly relieved, I proceeded with my joke – “as is ‘work’, ‘wife’, ‘kids’…..”. As she continued to laugh, I ratcheted up the challenge -“Name me one four letter word after our marriage that we have enjoyed”.
Her laughter came to a sudden stop and she dead panned “Wine”!
Did I mention when I said that I was holding her hand, I had a plastic cup of cheap house wine from our resort in my other hand? Boy, does she know how to nail me. πŸ™‚
I continued to point out to her how beautiful the ocean looked …. πŸ™‚