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Being Lady L

A few months ago, on one of those quiet dinners out, a 20-year-old walks to our table and calls out to my husband, who looks pleased to see the young chap, and they chat for a few minutes. After those few minutes are up, this young chap, whom I'd just been introduced to, says bye Aunty and I turn around to look for the aunty only to realize that I am blocking no aunty but am the aunty myself.

Since it is the first time anyone over the age of four had ever called me aunty, I am completely taken aback. The better half seems to have not noticed this at all except for that twinkle in his eye which gave him away. I fume for a few minutes and then try glaring at the seat in the faraway table where this aunty-caller had sat. Alas, a shock of this magnitude cannot be fixed with a prolonged stare. Helpful suggestions like you look older than your years or it must be your mature manner that confused him or worse you also look older than me despite being so much younger do not soothe either. Particularly that last one is a bad idea because every time you look at the guy who suggested it, you wonder why your friends never said anything about him looking younger when you got married.

When one reflects on the little shocks of daily life, one sometimes recollects other shocks in the past that one missed churning in the head. Like the time the priest at our wedding, who kept calling me 'ponnu' suddenly called me 'mami' the moment I became another's wife. Needless to say, being far worse off at reacting to such name calling back then, I called out to my mami and told her the priest wanted something. My husband of a few minutes nudged me hard and said, "he's asking you to put the pori in the fire." All I could manage was snapping at that priest for the rest of the morning.

Now, when my niece calls me mami, it feels wonderful. Because that's our relationship. To the other lot that calls me aunty/mami (out of respect[!], fun, cheekiness) , all I ask is to call my husband uncle/mama and not anna.

*Keeps a straight face*
You are right
*End of straight face*

:-D

^
|__Endorses Ferrari's straight face.

All of it boils down to the point that your Husband is called anna and you being called aunty..Calm down.. Think of being called 'paatty' after a few years :P.

I do have a comment but i'd rather tell it over phone ;)

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