In the half an odd hour or so that the OH and I get, every few weeks, when neither of us is taking care of Bubboo, busy with work, has errands to run, or has tonnes of household chores to take care of, our conversations go something like this.
Me: Did you read that e-mail I sent you some days back?
OH: No, which one? The one with that recipe?
Me: No, that was just 15 days back. This e-mail that I am referring to? I sent it some 25 days back! You still haven’t read it! Gah!
OH: Yes, man! Haven’t had the time! But why are we whispering?
Me: Oh, yes, why are we whispering?
OH: Bubboo isn’t sleeping, and she isn’t even around. We can talk louder, you know?
We speak louder, then, for about 2 minutes, and then revert to whispering. There are some 15 pending issues recognised – pending e-mails to answer, appointments to be made, things to be bought, something we had to talk to about with Amma, and so on and so forth. Then, we remember we had decided to just talk – just let go and talk about anything under the sun, without worrying about our seemingly never-ending list of chores.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Bubboo is back home from her play time at my Amma’s house. No more talking of any sort happens then between the OH and me.
And the days go on.