Pondicherry was the destination we drove to for our honeymoon. My husband had booked us into this really super hotel, very avant grade and chic. It was advertised as, ‘ultra new and luxurious’ and it lived up to it’s claim.
Our hotel faced the Bay of Bengal and if you stood in the lobby, you could see the lovely beach and miles of blue sea beyond.
I must tell you something about the lobby of the hotel. It was walled on all sides by plain glass paneling, so spotless and crystal clear, that you could not tell where the lobby ended and the outdoor expanse began. They had not demarcated the glass in any way. Everything seemed one.
After we had checked into our rooms, we two love-birds came down to take a stroll in the beach. We were holding hands as we walked and I observed that there seemed to be a lot of foreigners around.
My husband passed through an opening that acted as the exit. I walking beside him tried to do the same in what I thought was another opening. But BANG! I hit thick glass and fell backwards on the floor. My husband was on the outside while I was lying on the floor on the inside.
Suddenly, realizing that the woman who had held his hand had not followed him, he turned back with a questioning look.
And this is what I will not forget or forgive about that day.
He started LAUGHING!
My husband of few days became so convulsed with laughter that he made no effort to come to my aid while I lay on the marble floor, over come by shame and pain.
It was a stranger who came running forward and helped me get up asking solicitously, “Are you okay, madam?”
To think I had been in love with this man for many years before marrying him!
My husband just could not control his guffaws. That whole evening I pulled a long face and refused to talk to him. He begged forgiveness and said that he would not laugh again. But he chortled it like this:
“I will not..ha ha ha..laugh…hee hee hee… again…ha ha ha!
Story By : Chithra – Written By: Gulsum Basheer @ talkalittledo.