Many people ask me, “What is Rekha’s reaction to your articles?” Some ask, “Does your wife even like being fodder for your content?” Some say, “Look at his audacity… posting his entire thought process online.” And go on to ask, “Now that you have revealed your thought process publicly, doesn’t it become difficult to have … Read more
If your wife loves to wear a saree, you are one lucky guy. Rekha loves to drape herself in a saree – she does it at least twice a week, and what a sight it is. But there are two issues if your wife loves sarees. You are probably wondering if this is my template…appreciate … Read more
A few days back, I came across a beautiful thought, but I am not sure if Rekha understands it. That’s why I thought I would run it past you all and see if it makes sense. I think in a relationship, one has to grow like a tree. Now, before you think I have become … Read more
Last night we had a party at our place. Totally, there were 17 of us…and like every good house party, it was loud, chaotic, and beautiful. Like the Avengers, everyone in the gang came with different superpowers. Some were amazing singers. Some danced as if they had practiced in front of mirrors for years. Some … Read more
When I first got my hands on a credit card in 2000, after moving from Madurai to Chennai, I didn’t fully understand how credit cards worked. So I behaved like a man who had accidentally discovered oil in his backyard. I bought ColorPlus shirts and trousers as if there was no tomorrow. One shirt and … Read more
Whenever we step out, Rekha carries her handbag. I carry my wallet, which in a way is also my confidence. But within ten minutes, both my wallet and my confidence are with her. Because the moment we leave the house, I give my wallet to Rekha and say, “Keep this in your bag.” She thinks … Read more
This is part two of my wife & kids’ visit to Madurai. This is what happened after they came back. Some of you wanted to know what happened after Rekha came back home. But many of you were worried about what was inside the steel dabba in my fridge. What’s interesting is that so many … Read more
For the last seven days, I have been away from Rekha. That’s 168 hours of not touching her short, curly hair. Or 112 hours of not being scolded by her. You are probably wondering why there are two different numbers. That’s because she doesn’t scold me in her sleep, so I had to deduct eight … Read more