Thursday, 9 November 2017

The mistrustful man and a wise woman

Slowly sipping tea this morning, i was looking out of the window. It still didn't hit me. i can still see the usual work rush by observing cars lined up on one side and a free way on its parallel. Spots in my mind are buzzing with so many things at this point and then suddenly it hit me; the memory of last evening of a mistrustful man and a wise woman

i was busy in cooking dinner and preparing for the next morning rush simultaneously. It was around seven of the evening. i shouted to my husband asking whether he'd like a cup of tea. i was craving. He said it was time for dinner and that he did not want. Okay! i filled a small pot with tea ingredients and brewed a cup for myself, hurriedly finished chopping and cleaning of the kitchen mess and by the time i was done, tea was ready too. My reward of the drudgery, you can say

i put a rusk and a couple of biscuits and tea cup on a plate and came out to sit on sofa. i looked at my husband and found him grinning with a mischievous look at my tea cup. Something nudged me telling my suspicion was about to be proven true nevertheless i stayed quite. i was about to dip a biscuit when my husband's childish, almost begging voice erupted. 'One sip'. i knew it! He could not be trusted. i asked about his refusal to tea when i had asked earlier but he kept grinning now putting forward a hand for biscuit. i held my palm upfront and said, 'Yours is in the kitchen. Go get it. You can never be trusted with ice-creams, tea and chocolates. That's why i made a cup for you too

He laughed rather devilishly knowing he is destined to have not only a couple of sips but an entire cup of tea for himself. He walked happily towards the kitchen and soon, we were laughing at how mistrustful he can get at times

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