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| Me and Husband, (I MUST get some new photos of us) |
Whenever I go somewhere by myself, either in the hotel or using a hotel car for a trip alone, I am asked “Is sir coming down?” or “Where is your husband?”
I am still unsure whether this is a genuine concern for his whereabouts or welfare or whether they are horrified that I would dare venture out without him. Or that he would allow me to do so! Sometimes I want to answer “I’m running away, quick, go go go!”
When my husband ventures out alone, he is never asked where I am. Never. Such is the way in Chennai. I cannot speak for all of India.
One day recently, our little family was all having lunch in the hotel restaurant. Husband and Xanthe left the table to look at the buffet and Millar didn’t notice right away. When he eventually realised the absence of half our family, he turned to me and asked, “Where is your husband?”.
Millar makes me laugh.
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