Being vaguely aware that I have something called a blog, where I write about this and that every now and then whenever I fire up my laptop and shush him away, for the very first time in history, my husband burst into an excited exclaim as I started furiously spitting out my previous post, wearing a heavily contorted expression on my face.
“Are you writing about India winning the World Cup in your blog?!”
Not sure if it was my serious expression that clued him in.
Since I have certain mild feelings of guilt at shouting, “No!! Get Out”, and since I can’t erase his deflated, crest-fallen expression and constant whining about my lack of sufficient enthusiasm and excitement about India’s win, I am dedicating two sentences for him.
Yaaay, we won!! What a miracle that we could see and share this historic moment of triumph and pride!
“Are you writing about India winning the World Cup in your blog?!”
Not sure if it was my serious expression that clued him in.
Since I have certain mild feelings of guilt at shouting, “No!! Get Out”, and since I can’t erase his deflated, crest-fallen expression and constant whining about my lack of sufficient enthusiasm and excitement about India’s win, I am dedicating two sentences for him.
Yaaay, we won!! What a miracle that we could see and share this historic moment of triumph and pride!
