Adele Manju Soni words


I love Adele, but I should never have allowed her into my bedroom.

No… it was not some kinky threesome. It was her singing, “Hello, it’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet. To go over everything.”

There’s something sublime about her voice. It’s like crystal clear spring water on a hot summer’s day, cool and refreshing. And she’s a gifted songwriter. Her lyrics about love, and loss, and growing up, reach out straight out from her heart.

Well, so taken was I with Adele that I set “Hello” as my wake up song. It’s pretty easy to do. I mean you could download George Clooney whispering sweet nothings to some leading lady and wake up to that. Or Prez Obama, and for my South African friends, you could set Madiba giving one of his speeches, although that may be better to fall asleep to… just kidding!

Two mornings ago, I was still deep in happy happy land when Adele began to croon, “Hello, it’s me.”

“Shut that thing off!”

Those were the words, hissed with unusual venom that woke me up. Now anyone who knows my hubby knows he doesn’t drop the F bomb very easily. Even on this morning he didn’t. But oh was it there, in his voice. And in how he turned away and pulled the duvet over his head.

With my butt exposed I felt like winter had arrived. That’s a Game of Thrones ref in case you didn’t get it. With no hope of a hug, I crawled out of bed to muse over how crowded a marriage could get.

I remember when I first heard the words “A crowded marriage.” It was Lady Di who, in a TV interview, said, “There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.”

It was amazing to me at how two words could capture so much. I could imagine all the things a couple does in a marriage, crowded anyway with kids and job juggling and all that good stuff, and the crap stuff, like having the Queen of England as your mother-in-law, imagine that. But then, someone comes along and really crowds things up.

So while hubby tried to fall asleep again, I sipped my coffee and wondered at the power of words. And yet for all their power, words are surprisingly inadequate. No?

And even possibly dangerous.

And sometimes totally unnecessary.

Often a hug or a smile will do just as well.

So XOXO, and Kitsu sends her’s too


Kitsu Manju Soni