Things aren’t always what you think they are #LoveAndLaughter

It was getting on to 7.30 and I was just winding up . For the past three hours or so, there were 20 three year olds running around the house as their mummies and nannies chased after them and I was exhausted! As I picked up the last streamer, the lock on the front door jiggled and my husband entered with a distinctly triumphant and excited look in his eye.

“What’s up?” I asked surprised to see him so up beat after a long day at work.

“I’ve got tickets to the 9 o’clock show, ” he said brandishing two movie tickets in my shocked face.

Now that really was a first. Movies were not on top of his list and definitely not a priority on a Thursday. I had never expected a surprise like this – almost a “first day, first show”.

This was in the days of Video cassettes, before DVDs, BluRay, and HDR and Home Theatres. Besides, watching movies was rare what with Baby’s and Hubby’s schedules taking up most of our time. As for going to the theatre? Ha! That was already a thing of the past.

I quickly stuffed the streamer into the bin and rushed off to get ready. This was an occasion that was special in more ways than one. Not only was I going to see “Out of Africa” on full screen, but also going to a movie with Hubby after two whole years!!!! I  quickly pulled out the saree that he’d got me from his last trip to the South, one that I’d been saving for a special occasion, splashed on my Eau de Parfum, put on my face, my highest heels and stepped out clutching on to his arm lest he vanish or scoot off.

On the way to the theatre, I kept quiet, not wanting to spoil the mood with any unnecessary barbs or sarcastic comments that I have a tendency to shoot off ( e.g. How come you managed to get tickets? What happened to your business calls? Did you get free tickets? )

At 8.30 the traffic was pretty thin and we reached the theatre in no time at all. There were lots of people outside – Robert Redford still was a heart throb and Meryl Streep was also a crowd puller so after we parked the car, Hubby Dear gave me a hand as we climbed up the steps.

He continued holding my hand (let me stress that we’re not into PDA, so this was quite unusual) as we went up the stairs to the Dress Circle. He kept holding it till we were shown to our seats. Gallantly he let me go ahead and after we were settled, set off to get some pop corn to munch. It was going to be a romantic evening after all.

Half way through the movie, just as I was beginning to feel mushy with the  romance simmering between Karen von Blixen and her dashing Big Game Hunter, unfolding in the panoramic beauty of Africa, he groped for my hand and whispered, ” I want to show you something”.

“Here,” he said, “Feel lower. It’s hard and sharp.”

I nearly gagged when he said these words.

“Be careful,” he said as I felt a nail on his seat, “You’ll tear your sari when you get up!”

Feeling the pointed nail, I began to giggle. He gave me a strange look. As our eyes met, he began to laugh. And the people around us hissed to make us keep quiet. We continued to laugh silently, holding hands as we watched the movie.

http---signatures.mylivesignature.com-54494-58-68029C97DEC6650445F615069530BAA9 “This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.”

Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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4 Responses

  1. Lata Sunil says:

    That sure got me thinking!! lol

  2. ajay says:

    hahahah! ROFL … no comments… but my monkey mind went to all sorts of imagination 🙂 such moments makes life easier … isn’t it?

  3. Bobbo says:

    Grade A stuff. I’m unqasetionubly in your debt.

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