Friday, October 31


Manju is the name of my sister-in-law. Her real name is Manjurshree. But when she came into our house, there was already a Manjushree (my husband's elder sister who is now married into a contracting-family).

So we changed the bride's name. She became Manjula. When her parents visit, we even call her her Manju so show off to her parents how fond of her we are.

Anyway. So today she asks me, "Looks like the milk is not boiled." Because there is no vessel in the sink and ayah has not come."

So I said, "I washed it and kept it back. In the morning when you were sleeping."

This silenced her. Sleeping is anti-virtue almost like bad city-girls in MTV who ride at the back of car lying down and sticking out a leg in the window for fun.

What thoughts you have started having these days, my husband says. So I say, I always had them. How would you know? Not like I knew you before we got married. You were always talking about your sister's baby son and what-all he does. As if he was the first baby that ever walked.

Why are you so bitter, he said.

I said no I am good. See, I even stitched a parrot on a net-cloth last week. And now Mummy has displayed it in the dining-room.

I hated sticthing the parrot. But Manjushree didi was visiting last week with her spoilt 1 year old son so I thought- better to stick the needles onto a cloth than in the skin of a child. It is more useful and the cloth will not cry loudly and make more noise.

Monday, October 27

Boiling Milk and Sister-in-Law's Affair

My sister-in-law is coming to stay for a week. She is here to meet her parents and ofcourse she cannot STAY with them as she has come into our House after marriage.
So she will sleep here and go meet them during the day. It is almost going to be like she is having an affair or something.
I can't tell my husband all-this coz when I did he told me I was getting a corrupt-mind and the only channel I should watch is Colours. And Aasthaa ofcourse.
Bye. The milk has boiled over the vessel and tongues of white are mocking my clumsiness. That's why I don't boil packet-milk half the time. I just pour it into a vessel and keep it in the fridge hoping that noone in the house suspects that I do not boil the milk. Plus I drink so much of it (in steel glasses so it does not look like I am over-consuming, nurturing the nurturer too much) that the half litre milk hardly lasts more than a day. Now my sister-in-law is coming and she is very shrewd so I will have to get into the routine of boiling milk.