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WIFE,
MY DARLING
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When I recount my fortunes, I am one of those blessed creatures who have perfect bliss and a total harmony with my wife. I enjoy her company and she is the apple of my eye. She is a stately, very intuitive and fast. Every time I go past her, I shamelessly cast a loving look on her and surreptitiously place a gentle pat on her back and feel immensely proud to have her as mine. My life with her is bliss. Whenever I go out with her the heads turn. In a party she is the talk of the day. The age-old Sanskrit adage, “Bhariya Roopavathi Chatru” (“A beautiful wife is an enemy”) did in fact come true. For quite some time I hid her away from the glare of my friends and colleagues but it was short lived. I could not but resist flaunting her to my friends and colleagues. The admiration she drew was tempered with envy. I was suddenly considered to be either an elite or a snob. In either way, I enjoy the reflected glory from my wife. My wife takes very good care of me. She is responsive and she is always there to please me. She is an epitome of wifehood. She responds to my mood. She reacts to my impulses. She sings for me what I want and stops when I feel bored. She holds my coffee cup while I drink and holds my phone while I talk. She keeps me cool when it is warm and keeps me warm me when it is cold. To make me cozy, she even warms my butt! She is there for me like an ever-alert genie that has come on this earth to please me. She pampers me moment after moment more than what an attentive mother would do to her darling infant. Unable to keep my hands off her, midway through my office day, I duck out to take a small nap with my wife or hear her sing for me. In effect, through her I realized the meaning of the saying, “men make houses, and women make homes”. The occasional showers we take together and the baths I give her thrill me totally. Sometimes I book her in a day spa and wait to receive her coming out fresh from the rejuvenating treatments. The necks that turn in those situations; they immensely thrill me. Those long drives we take on a moonlit night with the cool moonshine wafting through the roof, the silhouettes of trees and shrubs on either flank of the road, the music my wife sings, they take me to another world. I am happy to go without sleep for these blissful moments. Whenever I get intimate with her, there is never an excuse of a headache or not now dear. She matches my mood and drives me to exhilarating heights. I think God has created her please me. God, I am blessed. During our intimate moments, I am crude enough to reveal my crush on her elder sister and with a disarming smile she would try to prove that the glitz and glamour that surrounds her celebrity sister is not worth my while. If you wonder if I am really lucky or smoking pot, let me share with you a simple secret. All your happiness lies in the marriage. Choosing the right woman is the key. In doing so, do not get intimidated by the glamour and glitz of the bride. Discount the conventional belief that such brides are expensive women to maintain. Often these fears are exaggerated. The stately wives are like celebrities and they should be maintained like one. Men, who do not have that generosity to pamper their wives, tend to take refuge under the saying, “Beauty is skin deep” and “Glamour and glitz are ephemeral”. These are those guys who vicariously lust these gorgeous women but do not have the guts to encounter them. These unfortunate men will never understand that comfort comes at a cost and comfort and pampering is what a man deserves in his life. Once you have identified the bride, thoroughly research her out, understand her lineage and then get married right away. Rest will follow like how day follows the night. Marriage being an emotional aspect of life, being impulsive and daring adds spice to it. Once you get married, it will take a little while to get used to the new wife and rest will be a breeze. Even as a young man of very modest means, I dreamt of having harems like the ruling Arab Sheiks and Sultan of Brunei and be able to choose a wife to suit the mood of the moment. But dreams do not always come true, in my case it came through at least partially. Now three marriages later and with two consorts in tow, I love my wife, my Queen, my car, my Mercedes E320. All said and done, I still have a crush on her sister S500! |
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