Ammani's latest project has been going on for a while now and it's great fun. I'm joining in a little late in the day but it's great fun!
Here's my answer to I ask you write 11
At first Ramesh had found Shailu’s indecisiveness endearing. He had thought it was her way of making him feel important. That she valued his opinion. She would call him up in a breathless quandary – “Should I make rotis or stir fry for dinner?” He would hear her frantic call from the changing room at M&S – “Do you think I need extra support?” Four years of “Should we go to Mallorca or Fuerta Ventura?” and tearful “Should we call the Swami’s over for lunch next week?”
Ramesh had decided enough was enough when she landed up at work in near hysterics because the stylist had asked her how she wanted her hair cut.
“Make up your own god damn mind Shailu! You’re an adult for God’s sake!” he’d bellowed that evening.
What a mistake that had been. Now he had to eat rotis and stir fry for dinner. She bought three pairs of shoes instead of one. And invited people he couldn’t stand over for dinner.
The living room walls were the last straw. One week red. The next yellow. And then red again.
Ramesh opened the front door, hoping that she’d finally settled on a colour.
“Hello darling! What have you been up to today?” he murmured as he hugged her close.
The yellow and red candy stripe wallpaper answered his question.