a story in 55 words


I married you for better or for worse.
I married you for those long drives, while you held the barf-bag and I ejected my breakfast.
I married you to endure cricket matches and be cursed for switching on the mixie (which is why Tendulkar got out)

But share grandma’s mango pickle? Don’t. Even.Think. About. It.


12 responses »

  1. hehehe. lovely. absolutely right priorities i say.

    Also, I need to make my ma read your blog. every time I do stuff like this viz. a) not sharing mango pickle or b) fighting over first rights of everything and ending up beating each other up she looks at me with a very sadly.

  2. Dipali: what you SHARE pickle?

    MGM: hot and sour-enough to make one eye close. bring on the fire-brigade.

    Era: hi! i’ve enjoyed your date night posts..esp. like the way you put the atom bomb pic!!

    cynic: ma’s dont understand. they’ll say i’ll get two jars of pickle.
    but me, i’ll want both jars then

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