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Ration List

A slim sweet elf-like newly-wed
Capable of stealing the show wherever
She would go was in for her first marital blow.
"My pretty doll, time to step down from your flimsy cathedra," her husband grinned.
Pretty brow was raised and twisted in a pretty way.
Her world was giddy for a couple of minutes
When she heard the discourse that flew from her handsome husband's mouth.
Up she jumped from her cosy couch.
She was shaken to her core
When she heard her mom-in-law's assigned first chore for her.
A ration list she was supposed to compose.
Now what to do and how to make the ration list ?
Many times, back at her paternal home she had been a witness to her mother's precise jotting down of the list,
How foolish she had been in never giving thought to what was included in the contents.
Some how in her confident spree
She began to pen down the so called list of ration to be.
"Shall I check the contents?" 
"No, need mom-in-law it's perfect". Newly- wed was standing upright.
 The grocer gaped when he went through the monthly ration list ,"Are you sure this is all you want?" He pointed to the proud hubby of the newly- wed who preferred to leave with a nod.
 That evening whole of the family was in a mayhem, when a small packed bundle was dropped at their home.
The newly designated lady of the house anticipating compliments
Poured the contents in everyone's front.
Ten types of biscuits,
Ten types of mixtures,
Variety of soaps,
Variety of shampoos,
A pack of chocolates,
A pack of Eclairs,
Night cream, day cream and moisturizers.
"What is this ?" Her in-law family burst in an uncontrollable laughter.
"All this is good but what about ration?"Her dotting father-in-law grinned while staring at her husband there after.
The newly-wed was clueless just coyly pointed towards the things she had deemed most essential.
Oh! How foolish we had been throughout our life to jot down flour, spices, rice and pulses,"her mom-in-law said with a smile.
" Let me try one more time, please mom just wait a while."
Again a list was all set .
All were sure that that time contents would be perfect.
"Now, what is this ? I hope you all are fine?"
 The Grocer was still clueless about what was wrong with his long time dear customers.
"My wife has realized her mistake and has been wise enough to understand what is the best for a ration list",  hubby was quiet sure of his choice.
"It's a queer realization but what have l to do. You go ahead l will send ration as per the list."
Little did the poor doting husband realize that every single word was mockingly said.
After an hour , the door bell rang.
Within five minutes their little parlour was full with different sized cartons.
"Now, what could this be?" in a unison the family screamed.
"Ration, it is.",  the novice homemaker was ready to pat on her own back.
Fifty kg. Rice,
Fifty kg. Flour,
Fifty kg. Spices,
Fifty kg. Pulses.
"But, where are  the fifty members?" Mom-in-law was short of words.
"We are four dear where are rest of forty six for whom you have made this ration list?"Her husband made her realise the blunder that she had committed.
"Next time l"
"Next time not you but l my dear will do the needful". Her mom-in-law tried sounding normal.
In her sweet chamber the elf took her hubby with a surprise," I hope your mom is not abnormal. She should relax what a big deal if l have ordered a little extra".
Away from all worry she was wrapped up by a sweet sleep into her fairy land where everything was possible with just shaking of a magical wand.









 




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