The Evil Eye

     Sometimes i wonder what if He and She were the only Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. What if the serpent never existed to break the harmony? As this thought crosses my mind, the serpent crawls out of her bedroom. Who? The Satan in my marriage- The Sasu Ma👵. As she hisses, The Son of the Serpent follows her to ultimate glory.💃

        If the Bible had been written today, there would definitely be an undying companionship between The Satan👵 and Adam. Imagine the Satan waking up Adam to a cup of bed tea. Followed by feeding him Idli Chai and then packing( remember not cooking) his daily choicy meals. While waving Sayonara, there is this little Nagin dance and tears shed as if Adam is leaving for the Line Of Control!!! The ceremony doesn't end here. It is followed by phone call to check whether The Son of the Serpent has reached his official hole safely. To ensure his safety from predators of traffic, Satan does a hissing mantra pooja. All the mantras are hissed not recited. Gods too may be in a dilemma- whether she is asking or threatening?

      Till the time this melodrama is staged between just the two of them, Im not bothered. But suddenly from no where comes the verdict, " Oh God, my son loves me the most. Protect us from the evil eye!"

Now my eyes, ears and every other anatomical part is directed to this spat venom.

 

"EVIL EYE"

 

I had more recently checked for the Photophobic Eye, the Cataract Eye, Glaucoma Eye....... Did the Opthalmologist miss the EVIL EYE???

Gosh!!! Iam the one with evil eye. The satan is calling me an EVIL EYE!! How could she call me an EVIL EYE?? It is this eye in which her son sees the world( or that is what he bluffs to escape my angry dragon fires.)

I may have eyed her every movement, her bank balance, her jewellry but Evil was the unexpected adjective. 

   

       Okay maybe...just maybe Iam the EVIL EYE. But what does she mean by " My Son loves Me the Most!". Only Iam entitled to this superlative. It is greater than any Padmashree or Padmabhushan bestowed upon by any President. 

The lava is boiling but the volcano will only erupt when the Son of the Serpent is back. The day goes in negative. Thinking- Overthinking- The most Overthinking Day. Lunch is burnt potato, saline dal and raw rice. Evening tea is skipped as it might bring out the lava immediately. At 7pm the door bell rings. It is like the siren alarm. People in the house must search for safety equipments. The Son of the Serpent is home and the Evil Eye is about to burst. He maybe a Son of the Serpent but Iam the daughter of Hercules. I bring the cat out of the bag very amicably. The morning melodramma is repeated very quitely but the ultimate verdict just fumes out of me. " Oh God, my son loves me the Most. Protect us from the Evil Eye!!"

As usual for the Son of the Serpent, the Satan is the most innocent creature on earth. It must be me who must have misunderstood her. 

" Why do you take things personally when they are said publicly?" He Says. Here, She is unable to Say anything. Only think and this time only Think- Not Overthink.😃

     The equation between two people is not an arithematic puzzle to be solved by the third. What the"x" and "y" equal to is none of the business of "z". And I realise that here Iam the "z". How her son loves her doesn't make him love me any less. Maybe it is because she taught him to love endlessly, without inhibitions that he sees the world in my eyes. Her acts of kindness have taught him to be forgiving and foregoing in our marriage. The first understanding of love, and respect did definitely flow with her milk. My coffee for that matter even the Dalgona variety cannot replace it. 

Acceptance is Bliss, not Ignorance.

I visualised myself as the villain, nobody said it outrightly. People Say but why should it affect What She Says? She has to understand that She is unique in her own way and will be loved for her uniqueness. She doesn't have to compete with any Satan for that matter. And not always She has to Say something, her silence too is golden.( 24 karat)😂😂😂

     But if this was so simple Ekta Kapoor wouldn't have minted the money she did and Tulsi Virani wouldn't have been a household name. After all the legendary Bad Man of bollywood Mr. Gulshan Grover has said," Zindagi ka maza toh khatte mein hi hai!"

So following this dictum, I too continue my special yet a citric relationship with The Satan. Deep down acknowledging her massive constructive role in making Mr. Wallet the man he is.

A Wink from the Evil Eye to you😂😂😂