The Boy sat next to the dying old fan in a fading effort to keep himself cool. We were both watching a new primetime show - him from the carpet in the living room while I sustained 10 second breaks from the phulka roti making process in the kitchen. Between heating the butter chicken from Thursday, chicken teriyaki and fried rice from Friday night and assorted sides from Saturday night while trying to dodge a million fruit flies and load the dishwasher, I shouted out to the Boy "Will you heat the Butter chicken?". I got no reply. I asked again "Kanna, will you please heat the butter chicken while I make the rotis." I again got no answer. At this point, my body was shutting down after recovering from a bout of the usual flu symptoms, I was getting increasingly cranky from hunger and immensely frustrated at not being able to watch my new favorite TV show.  So I had two options, be angry with The Boy for not listening or be angry with The Boy for pretending not to listen. I decided to go with neither and allowed the rising emotions to pass. I brought the Boy his food and sat with him as we watched TV together. He looked at me and said "Baby will you get me some water?" So I got up, walked to the kitchen, brought him another roti but forgot the water. He takes the chapati and turns to me and said "Baby all I asked you for water, you can't even do that for me?". I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks and before I could say a word, he realised his mistake and apologized saying "Oh my god. oh my god, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I stood up and got him the water and sat down next to me. He looked at me and smiled, leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. 

We resumed watching TV.

And it struck me. 

I could have turned this entire scenario into an episode of a Tamil serial and ranted to him about my domesticated role that often goes unappreciated. But I didn't.

Because I know his surprise foot massages and million trips to the grocery store to buy 'Bru coffee, coriander and curry leaves' or 'Tomatoes, onions, chicken and beer' go vocally unappreciated by me. ....

I'm going to be doing his laundry today. He probably won't thank me or buy me flowers for it but he'll quietly fold the clothes when I'm not looking. Or he'll buy me a cup of coffee or load the dishwasher when I least expect it :-)