His jaw opened when she unfolded the painting and held it for him to see. It had everything they dreamt together ... a house at the top of a hill, a river flowing into the green valley ... and what greenery! The picture was titled "Our Dream House" and he could not agree more ... but "Did u wake up all night to finish this off?" "Yeah ... I couldnt sleep at all ... once the idea hit my mind! I wanted to paint our dream house as soon as I can!" ... she giggled.
He pulled her closer to him and she obliged happily ... "U know what I like most about you?" "What?" "The passion that u have ... how u put everything into the things u do ... I wish I could be like you ..." her knees went week and she moved closer to his body.
A month after marriage, she was busy at office and couldnt come home before 9, for a few days. Today she wanted to come back early and finish that painting for him ... she had even thought of the title ... "Man and his Wife!" He was in the living room watching the TV and looked curiously, as she picked up the stand, painting set and closed the office room door behind her, for the finishing touches. A little later, the door opened and his face popped in ... "Dinner?" "Yup ... just a minute!" and he went back.
10 minutes later, she opened the fridge, the curries and rice were heated up ... and the dinner was ready. But, she noticed that his face had a gloominess that she had not seen before. He opened the rice, smelled the curries ... and stopped! "I dont want to have this!" "Why? what happened??" "Its smelling ... how old is this curry?" "NO ... I made it yesterday only!" "Crap ..." he got up ... "Wait ... I'll make something else ... just gimme a few minutes" ... she pleaded. "No, I'll eat from outside ... dont bother" ... "Pleezzzz" she pleaded again. "Forget it now, u had all the time in the world to make something fresh today. All these days u were late because of office. Now, today ... u r gone with that thing!" he pointed to the office room and her half finished painting. She felt a lump in her throat when he went on shouting "I dont care what passion u have ... but make sure u r a good wife first!"
The passion died that day ... and a good wife was born ... a meek, gloomy and listless version of the original! The guys are all the same, isnt it? No matter how progressive they pretend to be before marriage ... all they want is a good looking wife who can cook well!
