She worked very hard to find the right husband, I must say. She went to temples, she went to engineering college, she learned to cook and sew and tell funny jokes. And she learnt to flutter her eyelashes just so.
And she went on a diet and she lost weight, and bought the prettiest of saris. And thought to herself, I am quite a smartie to be doing all this.
Did it work? I do not know. But a good husband she did get.
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4 comments:
No, that's not about me ;-)
we believe you Xai, its not about you. the cook and sew part dont jell :-)
--Raja
whats the whole deal about the good-husband/bad-husband... men ain't a bunch of tomatoes ya buy in the market an then figure ya bought a rotten one once ya bring 'em home!!! thats the trouble with the whole "arranged marriage" thingee... ya shop for the best of "brands" available an then cross a fingers and hope it lasts..... darn it.. even the best of brands do wear out their shine... an end up like the pair of armani jeans ya pick up in college which remains your favorite for a number of years.. till ya tear 'em in two an use it to pick ya baby's poo!!
---please dont curse if ya see this comment multiplied... i see the whole darn page in Turkish!
this looks like my fiance Samatha's description...
thanks for the nice words... i will convey them to her... :-))
--vamshi
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