Tanmoy wanted a new TV. Admittedly, the old one was a big fat antiquated piece, but as far as I was concerned, it worked and I put up considerable resistance to replacing it. After all, what chance does a girl stand against a 47″ LED HDTV when it comes to catching anyone’s attention? But Tanmoy wasn’t giving up, no siree. He wheedled and argued and bargained and went around telling anyone we met how much trauma I was causing him, and I finally had to relent when he made this proposition. The deal was to have home-made breakfasts and lunches on workdays as often as was possible (he very gallantly offered to share the cooking responsibilities). Continue reading
