A good friend was including remaining touches to her outfit for a dinner, while the ‘I’m prepared, now let’s go’ husband was already ready within the automotive. In her haste, she forgot to hold the one accent that has turn into extra necessary than even the cell phone – her masks. “I’ll run in and get it,” she supplied, however the husband knew higher, with ladies it is by no means only one factor, the lipstick may have touch-up, hair must be brushed but once more or the footwear wants a change, so he tactfully deferred, “Come sit, I have a fresh one in the glovebox.” The masks in query was a particular style fake pas, a vibrant purple with yellow flowers, which was a jarring distinction to the peach sari, a lot to the annoyance of the woman.

Refusing to put on the crimson contraption, it was positioned delicately in her lap, in case of an emergency. At the following visitors sign, ready for the sunshine to show inexperienced, Anita (identify modified within the curiosity of home peace) noticed a well-dressed gentleman taking her image. On observing this, she instinctively tilted her face barely to the left and raised her chin simply that tiny bit, to discreetly showcase the right jawline she sported. “Wow, I knew this sari was completely price it, it is actually introduced out the colour of my cheeks, the photographer should be from a type of publications that print candid pictures of individuals after which ship them present vouchers,” she thought to herself. Turning to the husband, she said: “See darling, someone is taking my picture, it’s the extra 10 minutes that I spent on the final touches that have made the difference, and here you are always in a hurry, wearing another boring shade of grey, making no effort at all.” The husband, with his poker face (which he had mastered in 15 years of marriage) was thinking of the chilled beer and the cricket match that the host had promised to display on a giant screen, grunted nonchalantly.

Next thing he knew, the gentleman in question knocked on his window, “Sir, license please, there is a challan for not wearing a mask,” a gruff voice informed him, pointing to the lady. The husband came back to reality with a thud. The wife now was looking extremely sheepish and the tilt to the chin was dramatically reduced. When in trouble, our survival instinct kicks in. Without batting an eyelid, the hapless husband looked at the cop in plainclothes, “Sir, what to do, we’ve been married for 15 years but she just doesn’t listen to me. If I suggest anything, she’ll go and do the exact opposite, which mostly never works. I have to deal with the end result. I repeatedly told her to wear a mask, but she refused. It’s right there, yet she refused. So, I didn’t persist, because the one thing she’s always ready for is an argument.”

The cop clearly will need to have handled comparable home circumstances on his personal entrance for he nodded sympathetically, “Sir, I perceive. Yeh Wife-Log (as if they’re a complete species) at all times get us in bother and ignore any solutions we make. It’s like they’ve some kind of coaching for this. They simply do not pay attention.”

Turning to the woman in query, he mentioned, “Madam, I’m letting you go, this time, but please don’t repeat this.”

Not the one to surrender on the final phrase, she replied, “I always wear a mask in the car, but the red in this is clashing horribly with the color of my sari,” to which the husband rolled his eyes and the cop shook his head. They each understood it was a misplaced battle. a.jasveen@gmail.com

The author is a Hoshiarpur-based agri-tourism entrepreneur