Expressions change, feelings remain the same.

    Anniversaries are that time of the year when you secretly pat yourself for putting up with the 'Ma ka ladlas'or ' Papa ki paris'. More recently my grandparents celebrated their 50th Wedding anniversary with a pomp. My senses almost drooped as if on a high dose of marijuana when I heard what the old woman had gifted the old man. 

A BOTTLE OF KAYAMCHURAN-though a branded one, that's what she reasoned. 

I always believed that my granny's grey cells were greyer than her grey hair. For her, my grandfather was no less than Arnold Schwarzenegger !!! Imagine Arnold with a bottle of Indian Ayurvedic Kayamchuran or to go more wild, imagine him in the pose of the sage on the bottle of kayamchuran. Ditch the shit business of Arnold for the shit business of my grandfather was affecting their marital bliss. Who told? Obviously granny told!

        On days his left overs were rightly evacuated, the old lady was his Madhubala and he sang Kishor to her. But when the leftovers refused to leave him, she was the Ranu of Reshamiya and I don't have to tell you what he sang? No doubt the minds of Indian men operate from their bowels. Feed them well and they are bowled over by you.

      Back home on our Waring Anniversary the sweet, mushy, darlings and sweethearts turned into sour idiots and morons within an hour of exchange of gifts. The Paradise was in trouble. According to Mr. Wallet, his gift was an out of the world unique masterpiece of love. It resembled the depth of his love and breadth of his  loyalty. If Shahajahan would have been alive, this is what Mumtaz would receive. The masterpiece was meant to enhance my skills and be of great help to me. Money was just a piece of paper when he thought of buying it. As you have escalated to the Burj Khalifa of imagination, here is a statutory warning. Please seek for support or you will land miserable on bare land and your rear end will not forgive for this. 

So ladies and not so gentle-men, here's presenting to you the Gift of the Millennium -symbol of love and loyalty -

MUMTAZ NON-STICK KADAI!!! 🙌🙌

Are you there or has the bare earth eaten you? I am supposed to fry puries in the womb of Mumtaz( our kadai) for our evening candle light dinner. Looking at my apathy, you all might start a candlelight march in the memory of my departed romantic soul😕😕. Shahjahan too might rename the historical monument as KADAI MAHAL. 

I search for a pair of hands🙌 inside the box as Mr. Wallet had said it will help me😲😲

Only to discover a pair of tongs! 

      My Grey Grandparents call me to wish US. I narrate to my granny the morning saga. How the romance in our marriage our brutally murdered by this weapon called KADAI. At this point, grandpa interjects his wisdom of years. 

      He says, " My apple pie( that is what grandpa calls me since cradle days though now I am the pumpkin pie for Mr. Wallet) 

the romance is not murdered but is reborn every year. With new possibilities and horizons, the relationship changes warm shades. As you ripe with each other, the colour, taste changes but the fruit remains the same. One day one of you will overripe and fall only to be followed by other. Till then holding on to twigs of necessity is far more important than longing for the far outstretched branches of luxury.  Love remains the same but its expression changes everyday.  From Falling in love to Rising in love is a journey every couple needs to take in their own way. Not depending on sheer luck but striving to get lucky is the secret of every marriage!"

Grandpa could have gone on for long but he had to rush to answer long awaited nature's call. Kayamchuran effect you see. I too had to rush to buy my gift. What? 

Something as dark as the love of kadai. Something that flows like my generosity 

Something that will polish his assets so much so that He sees a reflection of himself. 

Still wondering??? 

THE KIWI SHOE POLISH 

NECESSITY OVER LUXURY😉😉