The forties have rolled around, and my husband and I are increasingly conscious about our health and its maintenance.
From cardio to healthy eating, and ‘working out’ the steps walked, and our heart rates and all kinds of statistics, we have all the gadgets to track our progress, and to gently boost our egos.
And no, we have not forgotten the ‘taming of our minds’ or our inner well being. We are working on these too!
However, this post is not about all this. This post is about why husbands should not meditate in the mornings.
So, a few days ago, my husband learnt a new technique of meditation. He loved what it did for him during the training, and weekend practice sessions.
And on a crazy Monday morning, when the house was torn in two, and I buzzed from room to room, cooking, waking kids up and finding lost papers and socks, my sprint from the kitchen to the master bedroom came to a sudden halt – for, in the middle of the room, resting on the floor in a lotus pose, was hubby dear, breathing deep and inhaling peace and calm and feeding them to his every pore. He was oblivious to the world and needless to say, my presence.
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I crept behind him to open the wardrobe. It let out a mild creaking sound. I closed it and rushed out. My breath came out in short bursts as my annoyance bubbled. Here I was rushing like a whirlwind and….
At the breakfast table, I hinted to my husband to take his meditative efforts to the guest room, so that he would not be in my way. He complied.
The next morning, as the whirlwind swept me from chore to chore, I realized that I needed some handtowels that I had stored in the guest room.
I gatecrashed the meditation. I slunk behind the calm, and opened the drawer to take the towels. I made various thudding and scraping sounds as I opened and closed the drawers..
I looked at my husband. He did not show any signs of having heard me.
At breakfast, I asked him if he could move to the living room, facing the balcony.
He tried that too…but the phone rang, the door bell rang, and the kitchen sounds probably got to him.
Haven’t seen him meditate in a while. Hmmm.