Like every other Sunday, Sharmila and I headed out to our Sunday bar at 8PM. Idea was to sit down in some corner over a drink and watch the Sunday night football. We usually see the first half and then come back home.

At around 8:15, our bartender switched the TVs to NBC where the game was going to start in 5 minutes. And Sharmila placed our order.

Sharmila is more of a follower of football games than I am. She is not into stats and all that – but she likes to see a good game.

“Who is playing?” she asked looking at me. Immediately, she realized I cannot answer.

So, I scribbled “4” and “9” with my fingers on the bar table.

“Oh 49ers! Who are they playing?”

I scribbled “Bills” this time. Looking back, my mistake might have been in writing in cursive.

“Oh! Chicago Bulls!!” she concluded, entirely satisfied with my answer.

Oh! Boy!!!

Can’t wait to see a three-pointer in this game!

I feel like my public company days have come back with their quarter end “quiet period”!

Had a deep sleep from the narco painkillers and then came downstairs. Started talking to Sharmila with hand signals.

All these days, I have always wanted to scream at her after most of our conversations: “What you say makes no logical sense! You are just being emotional”. But I never have. About the only secret you will need to know apropos how to be married for 31 years. (Of course, to the same person, I mean)

Today, after 31 years of staying married, I felt like risking it all and screaming at her. “Why are YOU hand signaling to me? I can can hear fine”!! 🙂

We all had a good laugh.

Good fun! Good fun! I am going to turn this as into an adventure. Already, I have submitted three dad jokes in the written form to Nikita!

It reminded me of an incident with my mom some 30 years back. Story for another day!