My Mumma asked Papa to get a bit more curry leaves than usual coz she wants to make hair oil for me.
Papa went overboard. He just got brought five sacks of curry leaves to the kitchen. Five huge sacks! I don't think I have ever seen Mumma this angry. Papa is still confused...

Mumma is just keeping quiet. Like eerily quiet. Papa is continuosly asking Hua kya, Hua kya... I think he should keep quiet.
I am going to log this here to read it later to them, if they survive this.

Mumma has asked Papa to leave her kitchen.
Papa refused. I think this is going to be a fatal move from his side.
I am smarter, so going to leave them alone. Will eavesdrop from my room instead.

Papa is calling me... I think he wants me to intervene. I am going to ignore his calls.
I don't think being anywhere near Mumma is safe right now. I messaged him to give her space though, coz I love him and want him to be unharmed.

So the plan of ignoring Papa's calls didn't work. He came to my room to take me with him to play mediator coz he doesn't "get what's the big deal!"
Mumma has started speaking now. She is recounting all his mistakes. And by all, I mean even the ones he did 25 years ago.

Jesus... Papa's first hist to Mumma was supposed to be a dress material for three salwar kameez... It was actually material for three sets of sherwani...
My father's first gift to my mother was a Sherwani...

He had also taken her to watch Dilwale Dulhania Le Jaayenge. It was supposed to be a date but my then fifth grade cousins tagged along. Mumma didn't know they were also joining them till they got in the car...

Ooh, Papa has started counter attackikg her claims now. Fee days after their marriage, Mumma gave Papa tea with nutmeg... He is allergic to it and he almost died.
Mumma seems to think as if that is not at all a big deal.

Damn, Mumma bought Encyclopaedia series worth 5K from a door to door salesman. And this 5K during 'that time' was atleast worth 20K of today, according to my Papa.
Mumma smartly counters asking if Papa is comparing books with curry leaves. Papa is stumped.

Woah... Mumma says she should have become a nun. Papa tries the emotional family card and asks her what about the sweet family we made, looking at me. That makes me smile.
But Mumma just shrugs! What the hell, meri koi value hain bhi ki nahi...

Papa is looking visibly frazzled and irritated. I think the key issue is he is still not understanding the reason behind Mumma's reaction.
He has started sighing in that exaggerated manner he does when he is about to lose his patience.

Woah... Papa just asked Mumma why is she overreacting!
Even Mumma is stuck speechless at his innocent question.
Damn, Papa needs prayers!

Mumma has decided that it's enough of talking. She is refusing to have to do anything in the kitchen till he sorts out this mess.
So now Papa is trying to call out vegetable vendor Uncle to try and make him take back at least four sacks.

The vegetable vendor Uncle has plain refused any negotiation. Due to Covid safety aa d other logistical issues, he won't take anything back.
Papa even asked him to take it back for free. But he has refused.
Poor thing, my Papa looks so dazed and confused...

Papa proudly tells Mumma that he has got the solution. He will send all of these to our family friends nearby.
Mumma looks unimpressed.
Not affected by her visble kack of enthusiasm, Papa is now happily calling his friend.

Papa called his friend and started narrating the issue. As soon as he mentioned the hair oil, Uncle gave the phone to Aunty. I think she is also asking him the recipe, like many of you did.
My Papa not playing smart again, is going to ask Mumma the recipe rn. I'm following him.

Papa goes to Mumma who is giving the scariest death stare but he is immune to it, it seems. He sweetly asks for the recipe, saying Aunty wants it.
She says she'll message it to Aunty. Papa doesn't seem to think that's a warm enough response.
He says he'll send Aunty the oil!

This is like watching an accident happen in slo-mo. Mumma has her eyes so wide, it looks like they will pop out.
Even I don't understand why my otherwise wise Papa is doing this to himself.
He has literally offered, on my Mumma's behalf that we'll make and give them the hair oil!

He is now happily chatting away with Aunty and Uncle. He thinks he has found the perfect solution.
I feel offended on behalf of my mother that how could he just offer without even asking her. I also feel bad for him coz I know what is going to come up is not going to be pretty.

He finally ended the call. He turns to my mother & says, dekha, it wasn't such a big deal.
Mumma just reiterates she won't step in the kitchen till the curry leaves are out.
He is patiently explaining how he'll drop the oil at our friends' homes once she makes them. Prob solved!

Mumma is now mock patiently explaining it back to him that she won't be making any oil.
Hmm... I think my hair will also have to bear the loss of this dispute.
It seems she won't make the oil for me either :(

I think we're nearing the end.
Mum has declared that Papa's soln is the best indeed, only she won't make the oil. So then it's 'obvious' that Papa has to make it.
In conclusion, Papa is going to make hair oil out of 5 sacks of curry leaves & then drop it to our friends' places.

He looked at me expecting me to offer to assist him. I calmly reminded him I've my exams.
I hope Mumma mellows down & atleast guides him. But otherwise, it's all on Papa now.
Hmmm... That's the end, I believe.
P. S. I'll post the recipe for the oil as soon as my Mumma calms down.