Mrs. Aditi Nikhil Patel

The Airtel you are trying to call is currently switched off. Please call later. - The most disappointing reply you can get on phone.
Urrghh..! I, after a hard days work, remember to return your call, and YOU have the nerve to keep your phone switched OFF! Blah. Forget it.
There goes my purse *flings it away*, there goes my file *flings it further away*, and here go I! *falls (and the couch by Heaven's grace has chosen to be laid down beneath)* The 'phew!'s and the 'huh!'s and all other sighs follow in random order.
It's not funny. It really is not funny. How could he? That same guy who didn't receive my call. How could he not tell me that he's going to be out! How could he have left his papers scattered on MY table? How could he...Damn, no. How could I! Why did I ever choose him...I know now, why they say that you 'fall' in love. I probably knew that before as well, but I'd assumed that it wont hurt, and that friction - the Newton's law one - would help. But look what happened, I fell, and hurt myself, and I can't get up - and who I fell for, doesn't care! And the friction - it's there where it shouldn't be. Congratulations, Mrs. Aditi Patel, you've won yourself a life full of...of...things better left unsaid. Or, well, full of, misery - unspeakable, unexplicable misery.
It's not fair, is it? Mr. Patel has work, Mr. Patel has friends, Mr. Patel has parties to attend and Mr. Patel can disguise them in the name of 'social OBLIGATIONS'. And Mrs. Patel? She has, well, whatever Mr. Patel wants her to have! Or put it this way - she does not have what he doesn't want her to have. So, she doesn't have help from him, she doesn't have any knowledge of his whereabouts, she doesn't have him. Hmm, congratulations.
I don't know how this works. The marriage. And the new vacuum cleaner. I'm NOT going to do this. I'm off to sleep. Good night, Mr. Patel! (wherever you are...)

"Good morning, Aditi...".
"Hmm..."
"Uh...well, I was at Amit's party and..."
"Umm...ya. The driver wants his salary. Would you pay it today?"
"Yes."
"I have to reach office earlier today."
"Aditi, this evening, I thought w..."

Pay the grocer. Deposit the cheque. Car needs to go for service.
"Can I collect the car by evening?"
"Yes Ma'am, and Ma'am you must fill up this. We have a luck-..."
"Ah, no, thanks..."
"Ma'am, you must!"
"Okay..."Mr/Ms/Mrs - Why do you have to remind me?
Name - Aditi...well, Aditi Patel.
Spouse's name - Why do have to remind me?
"There, done. At six, then?"
"Sure Ma'am."

I like office. When everything about life seems to be rotten, it's difficult to appreciate even fresh flowers, but I can't help saying that office is good. I like the environment, the people, the work - all of it. Not everything is rotten. It's just one thing. But, WHY do you have to remind me?

"Fresh flowers? For me?"
"Yes Madam."
"Look, you must be mistaken."
"Aren't you Mrs. Aditi Nikhil Patel?"
Why do you have to..."Yes, I am Aditi."
"These are for you Madam."
"Uh, okay, thank you."
Flowers? Carnations? Who even KNOWS that they're my favourite flowers? Moreover, WHO would send them to me? Reading the note would be a good idea. 'Hi Aditi, I'm sorry for all the mess in the last month. See you at 8, at home. I love you.'
What EXACTLY does he mean by this? Does he think he can upset my whole life, and then say he's sorry. Prove that he doesn't care about me and then say he loves me!? Blah. And, my favourite flowers are orchids, not carnations.
Work finishes at five, collect the car at six, be home by six thirty. No! Work finishes at five, collect the car at six, meet Anjali over coffee at six thirty, visit Sumit at the hospital - he got discharged yesterday - damn; meet Anjali, then meet Akash at seven thirty, and have dinner with the Chaudhrys. That's fine.

"The dinner was lovely, Aunty!"

I don't want him to be at home. I don't want him to be awake. I don't want him to be waiting for me. I don't want him to have dinner ready. I don't want him to have not eaten yet. I don't - "Hi Aditi, I'll park the car for you. Go in, it's pretty cold outside.""No Nikh-", "Go in, and I'll be there in a minute."
Do I have an option.
And yes, I didn't want him to be waiting outside, especially when it was freezing! There was a time, when I'd wanted all of that. But just then, no! I'd just got so used to him not being there. And he walked into my life! Again...He was at home, awake, waiting for me. He had the dinner ready. He hadn't eaten.
That evening didn't change much - but something had happened. And that was the something that made me smile, when someone from the garage called me and said, "Ma'am you've won a 3 days/4 nights holiday for a couple in Singapore!"
Congratulations, Aditi.
Mrs. Aditi Nikhil Patel...