Murderous Rage...

I cannot express how angry and annoyed I am at this moment. The smallest of things are enough to set angers flaring at home. My husband and m.i.l are at their painful best, really getting on my nerves, not being understanding about small things, fighting with me, each because of the other. Why am I paying for these mother-son conflicts? Haven't I had enough in my pre-marriage days with my parents being at loggerheads always?

Give me some peace or Help me God, for I don't know when I will lose control over my calm and collected self! I see blood on my hands if this continues! Ok not that bad... but hey!

A peak-a-boo into my night turning day...

00.00 hrs - where is the better half? I am sleepy
00.30 hrs - ah where is he... oh suddenly i find Shantaram
01.00 hrs - better half walks in... don't wanna dump Shantaram... sad
01.30 hrs - bliss interspersed with - please... my legs are hurting....
02.00 hrs - cuddling, soft kisses, footsie... a shared quilt
02.30 hrs - my soft snores help him drift away, I am in la la land!
03.00 hrs - dreaming of the werewolves and vampires...lusting?
03.30 hrs - sound asleep happy, happy ending to short lived dream?
04.00 hrs - fast asleep, an elephant wouldn't be able to wake me up
04.30 hrs - I begin talking in my sleep, moving around, not restless...
05.00 hrs - the hour i associate with a maulvi saying his prayers
05.30 hrs - better half is awake... he doesn't sleep well... worried
06.00 hrs - first rays of sun bathe our collective & huddled beings
07.00 hrs - better half begins waking me up... i snort and refuse
07.30 hrs - as fast asleep as 03.30 hrs
08.00 hrs - nudged till i almost fall off. brushes finger against my lips
08.02 hrs - sleepy eyes, i try hard to focus... i see his beatific smile
08.03 hrs - i snuggle closer, bite him for waking me up
08.04 hrs - we are snuggling still... life is good
08.05 hrs - he says "baby please make water hot for my bath"
08.06 hrs - follows it up with "should we shower together"
08.06.02 hrs - i smile ear to ear....

When you make love to me...

I levitate!!!

I feel myself floating away in sheer bliss, I feel light headed, I feel loved, I feel warm, tingly, secure, impish and shy at the same time...I see a billion stars floating around...I feel the brightness of the sun emanating from our entwined bodies... I enjoy watching our shadows mingling on the wall... I love the breathlessness of it all... I love how you fall helpless and spent in my arms...The afterglow... The shy smiles...How you pull me into your arms, a protective maybe protective leg thrown across mine...How you play with my hair and rub my tummy...I aint no laughing Buddha, but maybe some day this would bring us our own little nudger... I love you baby :) and my baby to be....

Why I love ''you'' my husband #98

Why I love my Hubsand # 99

We went out on Saturday night to a dhaba close home, indulged in some delicious vegetarian fare, some light bubblies, played with our friend's precious baby, laughed our hearts out and packed some delicious (or so we thought) food to take back home and eat. What with the restrictions in place and threats of police cracking down on us, we need to, ridiculous!

Enough transgressing, we go back to our friends place since it still is 11.00 pm, we grab our liquors, I carry the adorable baby girl four flights up and we hit the terrace. What a beautiful night! Starry, cloudy and moon lit. Sigh! We admire the open grounds around us, laced with trees in patches, the high rise buildings next door, even as the boys contemplate the possibilities of the wonders that will appear at the seemingly endless pool of the high rise soon enough.

An hour and more of friendly banter, mush, gurgles, teasers, nudging and pulling legs, sips of vodka, whiskey and breezer, trips to lighten up the bladder and cool breeze in our hair, later, husband suddenly chirps: "My life revolves around M!"

I have a smug and content smile now :)

My dear darling husband is such a baby...

He threw such a fit yesterday when I deemed it wrong that he take more than just a lick of my delicious butter scotch, chocolate and nut ice cream, given his sugar levels. I allowed him a shot at mango and vanilla that wasn't that sweet, but put my foot down for this. He was upset as he's the last one to compromise on the quality and taste of food. I felt bad and resigned myself to reading Breaking Dawn in our room, while he lounged around watching movie after movie in the living room, until well past 2.00 am. If I gave in this one time, I knew there would be a repeat as we have similar taste in food. But what would happen if he were with a friend and wanted a bite of chocolate cake or something and I can't stop him? How much can I curb his intake? I don't know but I am fighting this as much as he is. It is painful to watch him take those insulin shots. His body has had more injections going in to it these past 4 weeks than it has had in his entire 27 years of walking this earth.

My baby faced husband is at war and he has me covering his back. But help me God if he wants a bite out of my snack or anothers especially if its forbidden! I will kick some mean ass!

sweet sweet sugar...

That's right...my husband...my sweet darling husband has just joined 40.9 million other Indians in being inflicted by the friendly sugary monster. I will not let it impair his daily life. Sad that I need to curb what he eats, but will definitely serve truck loads of sweet, sweet love. He is amazing, a fighter at that and shouldn't let this tie him down. My baby, I am here for you always.

P.S: I did cry when he wasn't looking, because he told me, M you must feel cursed to be with a sweet old Sugary husband like me. I laughed and smacked his big broad back to show him I was strong, but then cried my heart out.

I am scared because he has begun losing weight big time, but the good thing is now he has no choice but to cut cigarettes and alcohol from his life and lessen meat consumption, somethings I nag him about incessantly.

Sweet, sweet husband, we will fight this out and when you are stronger and out of this strangling little note of "I have 'D******s' M", we will make sweet little babies who are just like you.

Building Blocks...

Now here's a start...I've managed to create several blogs showcasing several stages in my life, including the part where I began my life as a newly wed bride. Little did I know, that I knew not the 'A' of marriage, how wrong my view point was and how amazing a husband I have. This blog is probably my way of talking things out and more importantly understanding better, cherishing and really valuing the love and care I get from my husband. He's been amazing right from the moment I met him, I just did not realize it, because I've my own idea of what is an ideal and he did not fit that. Sad really. If I was open minded, things wouldn't have taken the ugly turn they did. If it wasn't for his undying love and support I'd now be a fallen woman. Thank you my love... I owe you more than I possibly can think of... Sending silent kisses your way...

Babies and more!

The BH (Better Half) and I are trying quite hard literally to have a baby... and what does it do to our collective psyches to see adorable new borns being carried around by their parents...oooh that just is salt in our well...ummm for lack of a better word... wounds....

Being the official child bearer in the duo that is US, I receive those endless nudges, ladles of ghee each night, tips and nuskhas from the oldies, the whole melodrama about how we can't afford a child's education in a year or two, how I am 28 and definitely pushing my luck by not becoming a mother now, how I should cheat the BH and not use them pills, suggestive tummy rubs and adorable baby clothes that someone couldn't resist buying...come on your child is 10 and wouldn't fit into it! I know what you were trying to do... ok ok... enough already...

But what happens to two grown up adults who have a good life and jobs that pay quite well, when they see a beautiful, beautiful baby?

Well... the BH and I turn into pure scheming wannabe kidnappers, who want nothing more than making her our own right here, right now....

Say a little prayer for me ....

Love bites :) and how!

The title says it all doesn't it? :)