Upon the continuous insistence of the doctor to tell him why I thought I had the blinding headache, I mentioned that I had been stressing a lot lately about the amount of work I had taken up. And how accordingly to Murphy’s Law Especially for Designers, it had all snowballed into these last 10 days. He murmured dismissively but I could see he wasn’t believing me. He finally looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes and says “have you fought with your husband?”. Sharing a look with my mom, I gestured at k who stood nearby holding my hand, and we both smiled and shook our heads. He aks persistently, “are you sure?” We both smile harder, shaking our heads. By then my mom can’t contain her laughter as she is totally aware of the tirade that has begun in my head.
“Well then, maybe you should fight some!” he declares all knowingly. And that would solve what exactly?
Sometimes, we never fail to amaze me. This whole web we have spun around relationships and our absolute refusal to even consider that life could exist outside it. I mean I’m sure a fight with k would be all important and definitely deserving of a horrible headache, but what about being a 29 year old woman means that that shoud be the ONLY reason my head aches? What about work? World peace? The orphans? Anything else? So many a time in our culture particularly, we are required to weave our existences around our other halves so entirely that any feeling/reaction that does not pertain directly to them is hard to digest. I feel like stomping, shouting, declaring, This headache is mine, all mine. No thanks to anyone but me.
But then I realize how completely crazy I sound. 🙂