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I was away in India for a three week project and she was in the US when it happened. No, not when IT happened! This is when she got double lines on her test strip. Do your maths!
During the last week when we spoke, I did not find her in her best moods. Naturally, we did the mean things couples do - fighting, claiming, blaming. To make matters worse, we had no clue why we were suddenly so eager to jump out of our otherwise usually harmonious existence.
A day before I was to leave India to come to US, she revealed it. Unlike most movies, it was not in a romantic setting. She and I were having a hot conversation when she broke the news. To me, it was way too sudden and shocking, and I did not know how to react. Not that I had not expected this turn of events, but I had not expected this information to come flying at me in the middle of an angry conversation. It seemed like this was thrown at me in a 'you are guilty' fashion. Well, she later told me her point of view. She thought this piece of information would make me forget all the anger and our little fight would end right there. For some godforsaken reason, probably some screw-up in male brain anatomy, I became angrier. I am usually not a dick, but that day.... We all have our moments of bullshit.
The next day I started for US. 4 hours of Delhi to Dubai, followed by 8 hours of loitering around at Dubai airport, and then, a 15 hour flight to San Francisco is a long feat to achieve, and I had buckled up for it. I had started noticing changes in myself. I was lost for a moment, happy the next one, and angry intermittently. I was going through...yes, I will admit...mood swings.
I would normally not admit a week moment such as the one I am going to describe now. The problem of this moment is not its being a weak one. The problem actually is that it was a really funny moment. It could be coming straight from a Bollywood tear gusher, and voila! Bollywood is a part of this moment.
On board my Delhi to Dubai flight, for some reason, I started watching English Vinglish. Now I greatly value the contributions made my housewives to the well-being of their families, and my heart goes out to the thankless nature of their job. However, I never thought a Bollywood flick starring Sridevi would make me all teary-eyed. I watched the movie with a lump in my throat, and found myself extrapolating tremendously. I imagined myself as being the worst tormentor of the world, and a complete male chauvinist and a hypocrite who cannot walk the talk. I became overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt and love for her, as I landed in Dubai.
The night at Dubai airport was spent thinking about how big the degree of my foolishness was. Here I was. My wife told me she was pregnant, and I did not even congratulate her. So, I started thinking of all the ways in which I could tell her I was really happy, and that I was sorry. I could think of nothing. The next morning, good sense prevailed and I simply called her, and told it like it was. I said, "I love you. I am sorry and I will take very good care of you. You will be my queen, just as I promised you years before". She cried for a long time, and then, we chatted about everything under the Earth.
I couldn't wait to get home and hug her. Why the hell does it take 15 hours to fly to West coast from Dubai!
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