Husband’s third day in US.
“Slept well, finally”, he yawned.
“Good. I heated water in the microwave, for tea”, wife said.
“I like pan-made tea, don’t you?”
“Yeah, may be later; first, can you help me washing these dishes please.”
He hesitated, then walked over to the microwave slowly, “let me have my tea first.”
- Chumma Stuff
- Unmourned death of a mother tongue
- A father’s Pride
- Abroad, you never feel at home
- Lies from overseas – Maanji and the computer
- Brown vs. Brown!