“Can you at least try and sit straight, Raghu?” She resorted to fake anger now, adjusting her spectacles.
“I am. I am trying my best, sweetheart.” He gulped the morsel as his lips quivered.
“Well, in that case your best is not good enough.” She slowly mixed the Dal and rice since he liked the flavors better when they blended afresh each time.
“You have been saying the same line for Fifty years now.” He giggled teasingly.
“Because my husband has been troubling me, making me feed him since the day of my wedding. Earlier out of naughtiness, now because he is getting on.” She hid the coy smile with mock irritation.
“Any excuse is fine, to get close to my love bird.” He winked.