But wait a minute – what was the smell? She sniffed curiously. No – it wasn’t the salty-fishy smell of the sea. Smelt like something was burning…
“Mummyji!” she heard a familiar voice calling out in a distance. Before she could comprehend where it came from, she was felt someone shake her jiggly rotund body, as though the earth was quaking under her humongous feet, as frizzy oiled hair sprang out awkwardly from her messily tied bun. She quickly tried to make sense of what was happening, instinctively checking on the favorite Versace yellow bikini that she was clad in. But instead she was met with the sight of a gaudy shocking pink sari which had faded several shades lighter, soaked in sweat, sticking to her flabby paunch.
Where was the yellow?? She did find some bright yellow angrily glaring back at her from the wok, spitting oil and spices along with clouds of nauseating smoke.“You burnt the curry Mummyji!” yelled her pesky little brat, Munna, reacting to the smoke with furious coughs while tugging at her sari. Her reverie was broken rudely, as she gave one confused look at her son and back to her hand which was supposed to be holding her Prada shades. It all came back to her instantly in a flash when she saw the steel ladle in her hand, standing in the middle of the kitchen of her cluttered shanty. Mrs. Ram Pyari swung into action to rescue it, only to find her burnt curry’s blackened charred edges against the not-so-gay yellow.
|This is what you get when you daydream in the middle of work!|
So…did you enjoy lounging by the sea…? Heavenly…wasn’t it?