Well well well, I really want to be a good cook, a great pal to my hubby and a good writer! Hmm, not too many expectations.
What I should also aspire is to be an early riser. Linus wakes up before me except on weekends. I gingerly get up to his early morning sweet nothings. I have in fact induced him to saying 'Ram Ram' the first thing when he wakes me. It reminds me of my nani (maternal grand ma). She used to do that when I spent a month with her as a kid.
So, I get up and dash to kitchen within few minutes. Luckily I plan breakfast the night before. So I do not waste a single second thinking (which is such a chore!!) and get along making nashta (breakfast). Linus is not really someone who likes milk, except in cold coffees or strawberry shakes, that is. So no crunchy cereals. I juggle the breakfast among, upmas and pohas and aaloo toast and parathas and toast with baked beans and vegetable sandwiches. So far so good. Much to my delight, he is not finicky at all. And ocassionally kisses my hands as a gesture to praise how good the breakfast has been. He is bad with words, and I always forgive him for not talking too much because there hardly is time when I have finished my chatter!
Well, so after breakfast I generally pack the same dish for his tiffin. He takes this tiffin at tea time in office. For lunch he goes the cafeteria in his office and eats boiled carrots and broccoli, which he would otherwise never come close to at home. Today for a change I packed paranthas and sabzi (curry) in his tiffin. I made Gobhi parantha for the breakfast and struggled to prepare alloo matar and plain paranthas for his tiffin. All this within an hour is prize for me...but lousy for Linus. He got late today! He leaves 8ish and it was 8-30 today..
However, he just messaged me that sabji (curry) was great! Hmm and I tell him so more of 'Munna bhai lage raho' (keep going buddy!!) And he smiled. I felt like a real nice wife for the first time this morning .. packing the traditional going to office tiffin, rather than school time tiffin.
Umm, I must explain I don't feel like a wife, or I guess there is not much wifely feeling really at all. It is like a friend to another. And yes, the closest and dearest friend.
So, here I am deciding to be an early riser because it is 'Dubba Time' (pack the tiffin! time)
I hope I will be able to continue doing small things for him, even after I go back to India. That's because my mother in law looks after everything there and she pampers me a lot and wouldn't want to see me slogging in kitchen!
:) but I like packing his lunch! Seriously.