Last night i went to bed after blogging and my imagination started flowing like a river slowly and steadily miles away into the future and it reached as far as 2020.
***"if i had read your dad's blogs before marriage then you wouldn't have been born" i hear my wife telling my son.
"Why ?"asks my son innocently.
"Coz,i wouldn’t have married him in the first place " says my irritated wife.
"What the hell you mean?" i ask raising my tone.
"Just keep quiet"she raises her voice more than mine. i keept my mouth shut.
"What the hell you mean dear?" i ask her politely this time.
"Just yesterday a girl commented on your blog saying she believes she was the inspiration for the description you've given about girls in your blog" she screams.
"Don't scream. whats her name?" i ask.
"Mini"she replies.
"Mini? ummmmm full name?"
"How shameless you are? And how many mini do you know" she screams at me again.
"Yes mom, my friend araya's father also says something similar about dad" intrevines my innocent son.
"You mean Aruna's son Araya?" i ask my son.
"Yes dad Aruna aunty comes daily to school to drop him".
"You know more about his mother than father, it seems ?" interrupts my wife.
"Nothing leave it" i say
"First tell me how do you know her?" quizzes my wife.
"She was my classmate and used to call me shaitan, sweetly".
"My dad has ruined my life by getting me married to you" laments my irritated wife almost in tears.
My maid who was till now sweeping the floor nearby and was silently listening to the entire conversation, decided to speak her bit and calm down the situation .
"No madam, saheb is a very nice person " she says shyly.
"Oh you were the only person remaining i guess, go ahead " says my darling wife.
"Madam whenever required saheb drops me to the bus stop on bike and even picks me up when required."
"R u kidding?" she asks astoundingly.
"No madam, he's a very helpful person. you can even ask your neighbor Monica, she will also agree".
"Radhabai what the hell are you telling my wife" i shout.
"How many times to tell you saheb, I am Gangubai".
"By the way who is Radha?"asks my wife coldly. I could see her transforming into a vampire and fully prepared to suck my blood.
As I saw the situation only growing graver and out of control. my imagination is interrupted by my girlfriends visit. I call my sleep my best girlfriend. Whenever i call her she comes to me, not scared to visit me at night and gives me complete freedom during day, has always been loyal to me, is not much demanding etc...etc Thanks sweetheart.... my sleep.....goodnight.
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