This is based on a routine fight (obviously between Ebby and me). Ever since I started as a serious blogger, the story has a different climax. But I realized last morning only that the happy ending is not for his concern for me but a bit beyond that.
This is the plight of every Keralite woman I guess if not I believe it like ways for trillion reasons to console myself. Do you men ever recognize how we love to be waked up by the kiss of the sun? It’s not necessary that you stay till 8 in the morning just in time to see all the chores done. With the 19th ploy I succeeded in kicking Ebby off the bed by 7:30 at the least. He is always at my service to help clear the garbage. It’s indeed a task worth mentioning for everyday we play P.T.Usha & Ben Johnson to catch the whistle man downstairs. I still am confused about his intention in doing so. Before Ebby’s intervention the victor was always the garbage man. A major achievement as my kitchen smells fabulous all the time now.
I never knew a silly comment could bring forth such brisk transformation !
Ebby & Reuben my son ! That's my world at the moment. Well I thought to turn back to my old passion, to scribble something when I feel like so .. It may all be related to us and our friends and anything that force me to pen down !