“A larger-than-life-sized water color poster of Christ, weeping translucent tears the size of peanut shells…” I can’t imagine a more obtrusive or a funnier illustration of what makes these two totally dysfunctional as a couple. The sheer oddity of the situation made the story especially captivating to read for me. It made me think of something Monti Python might come up with–a serious, stuck-up traditional man, totally unequipped to psychologically deal with his goofy, sarcastic wife’s newfound obsession for filling their house with christian knickknacks
From Sanjeev’s perspective, the whole thing is nightmarish and frustrating–which is in some ways understandable. It’s not totally impossible to imagine an upstanding person NOT wanting to adorn their mantel with a bunch of gaudy trinkets from a religion they don’t even practice. However, he’s a little too unyielding as far as I’m concerned. Moreover, I became increasingly doubtful throughout the story that he actually had any respect for Twinkle beyond appreciating her physical appearance and the soup she made.
His patronizing tone was irritating from the beginning, as he shuffled after Twinkle, picking up after her and mandating what would and would not be placed “in HIS house.” When he described her as childish in appearance, my impression, that he sees her more as a kid he has to care for than as a mental equal, was enforced. He doesn’t ever confront Twinkle with a rationale for why the objects bother him, and he gives in to her tears without trying to find out if she (a grown woman crying over a poster her husband doesn’t want her to hang up) might actually be upset about something more nuanced than simply the materialistic issues he believes occupy her consciousness. All of these behaviors seem more reminiscent of the actions of an inexperienced babysitter than a spouse who respects his wife.
I think his refusal to engage with Twinkle at the very end of the story, when she hands him the silver statue–his choice to go along with her whim, even though it seems to profoundly upset him–was the most troubling aspect of his behavior in the relationship. He’s clearly resentful of Twinkle, but his failure to express himself to her shows a lack of optimism on his part that any of their differences could be solved.
As for Twinkle, she seemed a little goofy, lighthearted, maybe too blasé–but she didn’t’ strike me as malicious or unreasonable during the story. Contributing to the discomfort with Sanjeev’s intense anger at the end is the reader’s knowledge of the fact that Twinkle is completely oblivious to it. She strolls right by, unaware that he is thinking about how much he hates all the things Twinkle loves. I can’t imagine her character taking vindictive pleasure in causing Sanjeev distress, but if he doesn’t respect her enough to talk to her about it, what can she really do to improve the situation?
I don’t know about anyone else, but I didn’t see this relationship going very far.