"Louis Vuitton bag, Golden Cartier watch, my list is never ending, right etta..?"; turn around to acknowledge a strange look from the Man of the house and silently expecting he will get me either of those soon ;)
6:00 PM: I got home back from work to receive a settled list of food items to prepare, which the man of the house made last week while he was recovering from his stomach problem. Today’s item was, chicken samosa. I was thinking how his thought process works when it comes to food and now I have the finalized list from all around INDIA winking at me.
6:30 PM: Now it was my turn to prepare the never ending grocery list so that he can run around and get me those before I start preparing the delicacies in the order it was received.I have never made samosa, then thought – what’s the big deal and put on the apron. He was back with the list of items and now relaxing in the couch expecting his samosas anytime.
8:00 PM: I tried to procrastinate (as usual), but he was not buying it. After slaving over a hot stove for an hour samosas are ready to be served. I put them in the serving bowl and he pounced on them without hesitating for a second. We were able to finish at least a dozen in that 10 minutes (not so proud moment) and then regretting the fact that we actually did.
Seeing the pure bliss in Big Guy's face, I realized “so called” slaving in the kitchen was worth it and will end this with a note, “Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed” :)
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