“They won’t Remember you,” said Wifey.

“They won’t remember you,” quipped wifey when she saw me login to Facebook.

“Who?” I asked, pretending that I hadn’t understood. Of course, I had. I’ve known her for close to fifteen years now, and for twelve of those, I’ve woken up next to her. In the first three years, I had only seen and heard what she had wanted me to see and hear. Those were the days when I hadn’t known that her yawn could put an alligator to shame, and I had no idea that she had the magical ability to transform herself into a fire-breathing dragon, at will.

“Your online friends and the followers of your Quirky, Snarky, Malarkey. They would have forgotten you by now. Don’t waste your time writing another blog-post,” she said. She spoke with such an air of finality that I almost accepted her verdict.

But then I saw something that made me puff up my chest and take the plunge…once again.

The FB page of the QSM magazine had gained about ninety new followers. It looked like people liked the page better without my irksome presence lurking in its shadows of my FB, Twitter, and my Blog!

So…despite wifey’s unholy predications, I’m back. I’ve got to tell you about a lot of things that’ve been happening in India, and in my house – including the Janani vs. Janaani debate (that would Mother vs. Wife debate,) that Mom started and Wifey finished.