An exposition of the Known and an exploration of the Unknown, in the form of poems, essays, borrowed words, fiction and photos
I am going to start a blog, like a support group, and name it 'My Wife's a Blogger'. Mr. Pink is feeling neglected. I should feel sorry, but then he also (always) says, Aren't you going to put what I just said on 'Mr. Pink's Hammersmith Blows'?  No! I am not! And it is... Continue Reading →
January 01, 2015 had just started. Sam [suddenly excited]: Honey, it's been 7 years! We have seen 7 New Years together! What do you think about that? Mr. Pink [still staring intently at the television]: 7 years? It's not even a millisecond in Universe's time. It's one-thirteen of the expected lifespan of a Swiss baby born today. But... Continue Reading →
Air travel doesn't scare me. I am rather used to it. But I always feel a little trepidation while take off and landing. After that I am as comfortable as a cat in a cradle. Mr. Pink is totally fearless. All he worries about when taking a flight is leg-room. Ah! The worries of tall... Continue Reading →
I am addicted to the money sinkholes that are Toiletries. I love buying creams, shampoos, oils, masks and such. Do I need them? I swear to you I do. Mr. Pink, on the other hand, doesn't think so. He thinks I buy these myriad products because I am a victim of 'marketing' and have read... Continue Reading →
Mr. Pink and I make sure we hug often but not so often that people think we are conjoined. One Champions League evening Mr. Pink was less attentive than usual. I corner him in the kitchen and asked him for a 'proper' hug. He gives me a nice warm hug. It's so peaceful and I... Continue Reading →
On a regular Wednesday evening, Mr. Pink is happily lounging on the couch, with the TV turned on to some sports channel, stretched out comfortably, and asking for food to be served to him in the living room. Sam refuses to indulge him. Mr. Pink: Hey! You be a good wife now - serve me... Continue Reading →
I was cleaning and ordering our apartment when I found a paper bag with a gift that was supposed to have been picked up by X, Mr. Pink’s best friend, a zillion years ago. I had reminded him, to remind his buddy about it, a fair few times. Now that I saw it at home,... Continue Reading →
Mr. Pink likes to make new words - portmanteau in form. He calls them mot-valise (suitcase word). He appreciates efficiency and comedy and what better way to achieve both than to combine two words of different meanings to serve one purpose and that also sound funny. Here's one of my favourites that is now a... Continue Reading →
We were on the couch the other night. Mr. Pink was holding me and watching (not American) football on the telly. It tends to happen whenever I am tired or sleepy.S (feeling warm and wonderful): Is this your dream? To watch football while cuddling me? P (eyes on telly): And to have a sandwich. S (exasperated):... Continue Reading →
This is the second post in the series that got more support than expected! Thanks all. Mr. Pink has a sports injury. He has to undergo physiotherapy and has sessions twice a week. After one of his sessions, At home Mr. Pink [sheepish grin]: You are not going to like this. Sam [stops watching... Continue Reading →
Another Voice 