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The Newly Weds Have Settled Down

The Newlyweds Have settled down. DKK
I was walking in the park. Very Late. Actually first I slept in the evening. Then after feeling fresh I thought I would exercise but gave up the idea. Then I thought why not go for a walk. Then revised it to a walk cum jog. Then thought some more and ultimately decided the normal long walk was in order. However precious time passed while deciding about the fitness Regime to adopt today. Now to the park. It is quite expansive and lit up at night.
I was close to a sharp turn when I heard loud voices. The girl was laughing loudly though in a friendly manner about her husband panting in just one round. As I came closer I realised she was wearing the Chura -the set of bangles traditionally worn by a bride on her wedding day and for a period thereafter, specially in Punjabi weddings. And yeah, I googled the description ! Then she turned serious and simply said in Punjabi, “who eats parathas at night, from today it is dry Chapattis for you and don’t you try complaining before your mother. It won’t work” . For those who can imagine the words in Punjabi the better it will sound ! I am still smiling at it and the hubby’s Reaction. The guy was totally silent and grim as I walked past. I imagined he was putting an imaginary pistol to his head. Bang. He had settled down rather early. His honeymoon period had taken an abrupt turn.
This is not all there is. I crossed another young couple, jogging, rather the guy was jogging slowly and cajoling cum pulling the girl. The guy tall and lean, the girl of medium height, pretty but obviously not at home jogging. By the next round they were exercising, rather he was exercising nicely and loudly telling her to try harder and it’s good for the heart etc. She was not saying anything. By my next round I could make out She was standing rather angrily and as I got closer I could make out he was rather low on morale ! All I heard was her saying in Hindi cum Punjabi, “before Marriage I was the prettiest (Sohni lagdi si) and now I have to undergo all this in this stupid heat ! Just what is your problem. The guy was quiet. Well I again thought of him putting an imaginary pistol to his head! Bang. He had settled down nicely suddenly! I thought I should pat him on the shoulder but thought the better of it and walked on. A pretty girl jogged past and I decided I had better things to watch.

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