“ Marital Curry”

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“ Marital Curry”

A brief background into the origin of this title. My friends were planning a post Diwali get together. I had to decide the venue and thanks to my auto correct app, “Nariyal curry” restaurant was typed as Marital Curry. The idea for my new blogpost was born.

Festival season is waning: long wait for winters is coming to an end. Post festivals like karva chauth and ashtmi, love is afresh in air (hopefully will remain so, till it condenses and settles down. 
Ha ! Ha!).
After a certain period of time in marriage, it a curry like feel.
Adjusted so well, know ones pros and cons, rather amalgated oneself with your spouse, it tastes spicey most of the time.
Recipe of marital curry:

Main ingredients are – handful of faith, trust, love, care, respect, sacrifice, affection, warmth, compassion etc with a pinch of remorse ( optional).

Preparation time: anywhere from few months to a lifetime and beyond (for few)

Toppings: fresh romance sprinkled over the brimming curry.

Serves: Basically for 2, but the aroma affects all the people in the inner and outer circle.

Calories:  Zero ( absolutely)


P.S. Don,t keep it overnight. Fresh preparation has numerous health benefits.

Happy Diwali 

Enjoy your curry
Take Care,
Love,
Juju


Comments

HS BAKSHI said…
You write beautifully !
October 29, 2019 at 12:41 PM
Daisy said…
Undoubtedly a spicy curry which needs flavouring with mutual love & respect. Your pen is shedding wisdom pearls.
October 29, 2019 at 1:20 PM
Daisy said…
Need to add something. Do remember to string these pearls into a necklace at some time.
October 29, 2019 at 2:02 PM
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