“If only I could, If only I could…” Hubby’s words trailed away.
“What if only you could, dear?” I asked, wondering at his wishful thinking.
He suddenly looked guilty. As no answer came, I prompted: “Are you thinking of winning a bumper prize in a lottery?”
“No”, he nodded, “something more exciting than that,” and thrust the latest issue of a woman’s magazine into my hands. “Just read that box item,” he said. ‘Will you marry your spouse again if given a chance? Write to us in 150 words. The best reply will win a prize, I read the item aloud…
“Oh, so this is what is bothering you! Why don’t you send in your reply?” I goaded. “Well, that is not the point. I have to give the proposition serious thought before dashing off a reply,” he said, looking worried.
“Oh, come on, you make it sound as though you really have to marry your spouse again. Come to think of it, will you, or won’t you?” I asked expectantly.
“Well. well,” he hesitated.
“Well, what? Why don’t you say just a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’,” I taunted.
“Well, it is ‘Yes’ and ‘No,” he said after a long pause.
“What do you mean by that? How can you marry and not marry a spouse at the same time? You seem to be as indecisive as ever,” I scoffed at him.
“OK., What would you do?” Hubby asked in a serious tone. “My answer is also ‘Yes’ and ‘No’, ‘Yes’, when you do all the things I like and ‘No’ when you don’t let me do all the things I like,” I said emphasizing both the ‘I’s.
“Ah, now you’ve got it! That’s exactly what I meant when I said ‘Yes’ and ‘No’,” he said, trying to sound very original.
N Meera Raghavendra Rao