04-10-2025, 04:00 PM
"Ah...Ahh... don't open your eyes Aditi." Arjun said as he guided me through the door of our house to the parking.
A few minutes ago, Arjun, my husband had sneaked into our house and closed his palms on my eyes from behind.
Startled, I was about to scream when I recognized his voice. He said it that he had bought a surprise gift for me. I knew what the gift was. I had not been hinting him to buy it for me like a normal woman does; I had out rightly demanded it.
As we slowly walked into the parking, my heart beat faster, my mind was racing with all the thoughts of the gift that he had bought me. After a few steps, we stopped. He gently lifted his palms off my eyes and asked me to open them. I immediately opened them and my excitement died on the spot, as if run over by a speeding truck.
Stood in front of me was a 'Maruti Esteem'. A car that had been taken off the production lines years ago. It was the 'luxury sedan' of a bygone era, a time when India had just opened its economy to the world. The only other cars available were Fiat 1100 and Ambassador.
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My hopes for a brand new contemporary luxury sedan were dashed the moment I saw this. The anticipation and excitement that my husband built by walking me over to this abomination blindfolded drowned the moment I opened my eyes.
I looked at my husband, he was looking at the car as if he had himself had designed and built it. I could see the pride on his face. As soon as he turned to see me, the smile of his face was wiped clean. What he saw was an angry wife, pissed off at the fact that in spite of her demands for a new car he had dared to get a used one, that too a car which in a few years would be a collector's item.
"What?" he asked with genuine surprise.
"You know what Arjun. This is not what I asked for." I said.
"Why?? What is wrong with this car? It is a good car. Good power, decent mileage and I got it for a bargain. I always wanted to buy this when I was in college." He said as he smiled at me.
"Then why don't you use it and I will use your car? You know I had set my eyes on the Fiat Linea." I said.
"I know that Aditi, but it has just been six months since you started taking driving lessons and a couple of weeks since you have started driving alone. And in these six months I have seen how you drive. You have bumped my car a couple of times." Arjun spelled out his argument in clear terms.
That statement just kind of ended the argument. Since I had started driving, I had stalled the car on very busy traffic junctions a couple of times, cracked the rear bumper while trying to reverse, left behind a long scratch which was easily visible on a pearl white car while trying to squeeze past a concrete pillar and I had also almost run over a guy trying to cross the street.
"At all times I was there to help you out of the mess that you made by driving my car but now you will have to drive around on your own. I am not going to risk you driving a brand new, million rupee car into a wall or a street lamp." he said as he made the last sprint towards the finish line of the argument race and won it.
I just stood there with a grumpy face, listening to his valid arguments. He was right, I still was getting a hand of driving and it would certainly be a heart ache to see an expensive card destroyed so soon.
"I bought this car as a practice car for you sweetheart. You drive it around for a year or more and once you drive perfectly I will buy you a car which is way beyond your choice." He said as he pulled me into an embrace.
"You know I am a man of my word. Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di...uske baad to mein apne aap ki bhi nahi sunta." He said using a tacky movie dialogue to cheer me up. I giggled at that remark. Arjun's silly humor always worked on me even after so many years of being together.
Arjun and I have been married for 5 years. We were in the same college campus but not in the same stream. He was into finance and I was into designing. We met thorough a common friend of ours and slowly became friends. After a year of just being friends, Arjun asked me out and I said yes and we started dating.
A few minutes ago, Arjun, my husband had sneaked into our house and closed his palms on my eyes from behind.
Startled, I was about to scream when I recognized his voice. He said it that he had bought a surprise gift for me. I knew what the gift was. I had not been hinting him to buy it for me like a normal woman does; I had out rightly demanded it.
As we slowly walked into the parking, my heart beat faster, my mind was racing with all the thoughts of the gift that he had bought me. After a few steps, we stopped. He gently lifted his palms off my eyes and asked me to open them. I immediately opened them and my excitement died on the spot, as if run over by a speeding truck.
Stood in front of me was a 'Maruti Esteem'. A car that had been taken off the production lines years ago. It was the 'luxury sedan' of a bygone era, a time when India had just opened its economy to the world. The only other cars available were Fiat 1100 and Ambassador.
My hopes for a brand new contemporary luxury sedan were dashed the moment I saw this. The anticipation and excitement that my husband built by walking me over to this abomination blindfolded drowned the moment I opened my eyes.
I looked at my husband, he was looking at the car as if he had himself had designed and built it. I could see the pride on his face. As soon as he turned to see me, the smile of his face was wiped clean. What he saw was an angry wife, pissed off at the fact that in spite of her demands for a new car he had dared to get a used one, that too a car which in a few years would be a collector's item.
"What?" he asked with genuine surprise.
"You know what Arjun. This is not what I asked for." I said.
"Why?? What is wrong with this car? It is a good car. Good power, decent mileage and I got it for a bargain. I always wanted to buy this when I was in college." He said as he smiled at me.
"Then why don't you use it and I will use your car? You know I had set my eyes on the Fiat Linea." I said.
"I know that Aditi, but it has just been six months since you started taking driving lessons and a couple of weeks since you have started driving alone. And in these six months I have seen how you drive. You have bumped my car a couple of times." Arjun spelled out his argument in clear terms.
That statement just kind of ended the argument. Since I had started driving, I had stalled the car on very busy traffic junctions a couple of times, cracked the rear bumper while trying to reverse, left behind a long scratch which was easily visible on a pearl white car while trying to squeeze past a concrete pillar and I had also almost run over a guy trying to cross the street.
"At all times I was there to help you out of the mess that you made by driving my car but now you will have to drive around on your own. I am not going to risk you driving a brand new, million rupee car into a wall or a street lamp." he said as he made the last sprint towards the finish line of the argument race and won it.
I just stood there with a grumpy face, listening to his valid arguments. He was right, I still was getting a hand of driving and it would certainly be a heart ache to see an expensive card destroyed so soon.
"I bought this car as a practice car for you sweetheart. You drive it around for a year or more and once you drive perfectly I will buy you a car which is way beyond your choice." He said as he pulled me into an embrace.
"You know I am a man of my word. Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di...uske baad to mein apne aap ki bhi nahi sunta." He said using a tacky movie dialogue to cheer me up. I giggled at that remark. Arjun's silly humor always worked on me even after so many years of being together.
Arjun and I have been married for 5 years. We were in the same college campus but not in the same stream. He was into finance and I was into designing. We met thorough a common friend of ours and slowly became friends. After a year of just being friends, Arjun asked me out and I said yes and we started dating.
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