If I Remembered

“Where is my phone?” I enquired of my husband, who was busy working.

"Uh oh. You had it with you when you went out of the room last. Where did you keep it?” He replied without taking his eyes off his laptop.

“If I remembered, I would not have asked na!” I rolled my eyes.

 “I never know with you.” He replied nonchalantly, eyes glued to his laptop.

“Well help me find it.”

“I am working in case you didn’t notice. My work is also important.”

“Don’t go in that direction again. You just have to call me from your mobile.” I stood there looking at him.

Neither of us uttered a word for five seconds, time which stretched like the ends of a rubber band.

Finally, my husband took his eyes off the laptop, and without looking at me, proceeded to key his fingers into his cellphone. Nothing happened for 2 seconds before the silence was punctuated by the shrill bell of my phone’s ringtone. The sound was coming from this very room, in fact it was emanating from somewhere inside me!

My husband looked at me. I was searching myself trying to figure the source of the noise.

My husband stood up from the bed and moved closer till he was almost standing on my toes, put his hands into the left pocket of the pyjama I was wearing, took out the phone and handed it to me triumphantly.

I took it sheepishly from him. He did not move, expecting me to say more on the entire episode of my missing phone.

“What will I do without you sweetheart?” I planted a quick kiss on his cheeks before quickly disappearing from the room.

1 hour later I again came running to him.

“Where is my laptop charger?” I asked my husband even before entering the room fully. It was then I noticed that he was on an MS- Team call.

He looked at me and remarked, “You had taken it off the socket of this room last night. Where did you keep it?”

“If I remembered, I would not have asked!”