“Baboo will you make some coffee?” “Sure!” “Ah, done!”
“Where’s my love and concern?” “Ulp. But you asked for coffee.” Grr.
Tag Archives: marriage
Domestic unrest
For all that the brown boy and I are friends with each other, we fight enough. Here’s a hurriedly drawn page from one of 2018’s journals, when I was trying to figure out our new toaster…and he said something especially mean.
Fifteen years with the brown boy
Today the brown boy and I celebrate fifteen years of being married. I am incredibly proud of this milestone, but the entire credit goes to him – who knew patience could last that long?
He’s put up with my weirdness, taken full responsibility of being the parent to our child
…all for the pleasure being in this blog!
He’s the Bergman to my Ullman,
my sense of home and my ends of days:
This marriage may have been a mistake but I would make it again to live through all these years with this brown boy again.
❤︎❤︎❤︎
APPENDIX
The story of us: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 • Paris, not me
And here’s the drawing that I made after our first anniversary: We had sat and watched the waves in Bandstand.
Girl, one, Pacificleo, love
With company, inspiration and Turkish coffee from Pacificleo. Read the actual story here.
Shaadi.com is one of India’s most popular matrimonial sites.
A First Anniversary
We celebrated our wedding anniversary the other day, and here’s a drawing from our first one:
the story of us, part 3
Read Part 1 and Part 2 first, if you’re coming here for the first time.
So this is the last and final part!
And if you’re wondering about the haircut read The Mumbai Chronicles!
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