Bride: I,_____, take thee,_____, to my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part…
Since the dawn of time, marriage was the uniting of two souls andsuch vows evoked a union that even death itself couldn’t tear apart.
Take for instance the Vikings where the dead were supposedly burned with their wives. If the men were single, they were provided with a slave girl. Even Hindus practiced the ritual of Sati by which a recently widowed woman would immolate herself on her husband’s funeral pyre.
I recently learned that these are simply lessons of the past. Liking a Viking returning from battle, I returned home from a game of basketball one evening. After waging war with athletes several years junior to myself, my body was understandably sore. I collapsed on the sofa in front of my wife and took to removing my shoes. Pulling off my socks, I examined my aching foot and found my big toe blistered. A patch of hard, dry and wrinkled skin had partially detached itself from my foot. I looked up at my wife and stuck my leg out so she could inspect my battle wound. Her sudden shriek must’ve scared the devil himself, and if we didn’t live on the 29th floor, she would’ve been out the window, swimming for the British Isles. I know, I know, it’s not very pleasant but it’s not as if I asked her to kiss it better.
Even later when I got in to bed, weary and sore, she begged me not to touch her with my manky feet. I spent the night sleeping at the edge of the bed on a quarter inch of mattress and had my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, my 5’1 wife, was reaching out for me across the king size bed with her foot…
Marriage Tip 11:
In Sickness and in Health…without the Sickness please.
About the author:
Born in Africa, Chandru grew up between Nigeria, India and the UK. With a Masters in International Business from the University of Westminster, he moved to New York where he worked as a Business Development Manager for three years. In 2002, he returned to Nigeria where he currently resides and runs a trading company. Chandru has been writing for Beyond Sindh (www.beyondsindh.com) since 2004 and has published numerous articles in the quarterly publication. His story entitled ‘The Love Letter’ won the Mirage Book short story contest and was published in an anthology titled Inner Voices in January 2009. His short story ‘Zero’ is scheduled to be published in the anthology Indian Voices towards the end of 2010.
In December 2009, Chandru’s first novel, ‘The Journey of Om’ was published in India by Cedar Books.