“Hey, listen, we never did a pre-wedding shoot.”
“Okay.”
“That’s not a good response.”
“Well, I agree with you.”
“That’s not good enough, but I will take it. I really feel nostalgic that we didn’t do a pre-wedding shoot.”
“You are feeling nostalgic for something you didn’t do? I don’t think that is technically allowed.”
“Well, the word may be wrong, but the feeling is intense.”
When I speak about feelings without actually naming the feelings, I am free to use said unsaid feeling to my advantage at any time in the future. The Man knows it all so well now.
We were sitting together. Me surfing the Net; he eating zatreche channe (grams from the local fair). He was patiently peeling each channa and munching away.
“You can’t do anything about it now. We are married for …..”
He trails off. We have just finished (off?) our anniversary and any mention of how longggg it seems we are married will get a sounding from me. The Man knows it all so well now.
“See , see….,” I am excited. “So & So rocked this shoot. So cool.” I brushed away the channa peels from his stubble.
“Is it? They look so uncomfortable all over each other.”
“How do we know? We never did a pre-wedding shoot.”
“Well, I agree with you.”
“Enough agreeing!,” I retorted.
“Hey! lighten up . I know what we can do.”
“We can do something?” I am stupefied that he is actually thinking for me.
“We can do a in-wedding shoot.”
“What is that?”
“All the images of our wedding.”
“Hmpf! Yeah, right. Like you sitting eating channe.”
“Well, that too.” He smiled. And went off.
“Arre. Your bowl of channe is here.”
“For you.”
Leaving me with a bowl of patiently, pain-painstakingly peeled channe to gobble away.
I will take a man who patiently peels channe for you over a pre-wedding shoot anyday.
12th January, 2019