Chetan Bhagat -three mistakes of my life
17, 18, 19. Somewhere, in Ahmedabad a young 'ordinary' boy had popped
nineteen sleeping pills while typing out a mail to me. Yet, he expected me to have a
nice weekend. The coffee refused to go down my throat. I broke into a cold sweat.
‘One, you wake up late. Two, you plant yourself in front of the computer first
thing in the morning. Are you even aware that you have a family?' Anusha said.
In case it isn't obvious enough from the authoritative tone, Anusha is my wife.
I had promised to go furniture shopping with her – a promise that was made
ten weekends ago.
She took my coffee mug away and jiggled the back of my chair. ‘We need
dining chairs. Hey, you look worried?’ she said.
I pointed to the monitor.