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How did you spend the day, asked my husband
who had returned from his tour late in the evening.
To be honest, I didn't like the way I spent
the day. In fact, it's the first time I did something I hated, I
rued.
Well, what did you do, he asked with concern.
Apologise, apologise and apologise, I
lamented.
Apologised to whom and for what, he said,
lowering his voice, probably expecting me to confess something
unpleasant that had occurred.
You know, I was having a long chat on the
phone with three of our relatives today, I said.
Did you say something to offend them which
required you to apologise, he said.
Certainly not! And I had to apologise to all
the three for no fault of mine, I said.
Why did you have to do that, he asked.
You see all of them were past 80 and quite
hard of hearing. They couldn't understand exactly what I was
saying and what is worse, they came to their own conclusions and
began accusing me of things I haven't said or meant.
But you could have repeated or explained what
you had actually meant, he suggested.
When I tried doing that, they asserted they
heard me right. I couldn't take their accusations lying down. I
said I give them the benifit of the doubt cosidering their age
but it boomeranged with the result I had to profusely apologise
to each one of them, I said.
Well, it's high time we have an 'Apologies
Day' as well, he suggested, because when we reach "their" age we
also will be in their shoes, he said.
An 'Apologies Day' with a 'difference', I
added.
What does that mean, he said raising an
eyebrow.
I mean even then "we" would be apologising,
the only difference perhaps is, we would be apologising to "our
juniors" for "their" commissions and omissions, I quipped.
May be you are right, he stated.
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