we are a happily married couple in new delhi. I am Amit Bhasin 27yrs fair tall 5’10 inch with an average built up doing business in delhi. I have a boy of 8 months. We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Anita, our babysitter, not to expect us until after midnight.
And obviously, she did not expect us–at least, not right then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she didn’t hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
“Anita” , “What is it?”. “Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere”. “It’s inside the wardrobe. ”
Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast… it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.
It was August end and the heat was still unbearable. Anita’s husband Amit had to go on official tour for two days. She had just finished packing the clothes for him. Amit just could not do anything on his own. All throughout the afternoon she had been busy with the packing. Everything had to be kept vests, underwears, handkerchiefs, which shirt to wear with which trouser. Not only that it had to be explained to him as well. He had said that he would come late, have dinner and leave by the Rajdhani Express at 11 p. m.
