THE DIARY OF A HOUSEWIFE

13 Days to go... Dear Pati, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye, Bachcho ne bade maze lekar khaye, Chashni mein doobe the, Ras se bhare ajoobe the, Kisi nein do mujhe bhi thamaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Apni chhutki ko na jane kaise, Bus yuhi baithe baithe, Achanak papa bahut yaad aaye, Isliye ghar gulab jamun aaye. Sabke khoob kehne par, Do-char maine bhi khaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Haath mein bhari katori thee, Man mein peeda bhi thodi thee, Dekh gulab jamun tum bahut yaad aaye, Aur na jaane kaise ye naina chalak aaye. Phir dieting ka vichaar man se hatakar, Tumhara naam lekar maine bhi khaye, Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Tum hote yahan to bahut pyar se, Kehte yehi mujhse thak-haar ke, "Begum itne se kya hota hai? Khane do na, bahut man hota hai. Chalees degree par hain garmaye, Kya bhadhiya khushboo ke hain jhoke aaye." Kal shaam ghar gulab jamun aaye. Aaj hriday pachtaya hai, Soch yehi ghabraya hai, ...

15 Days to go... Dear Pati, You said you were homesick, I say I'm sick of a home without you. You said you can't wait to come back, I say I can't wait to have you back too. I say without you its difficult to be, You say that life is lonely without me. I say the world has lost its charm, You say you miss me in your arms. You ask if the children miss you too? I say ofcourse my dear, they do. You ask if everything is fine? I say without you I just can't align. The chit-chat leads to just nowhere, Would end this way, I was aware. I am here and you are there, And between us is a little prayer. O God, please take good care of him. You know he is my dearest thing. Pay heed to all he has to say, You see, I'm just too far away. 14 Days to go... Dear Pati, Ah! The pleasures of being a wife, Of a husband who left his debit card behind! The golden smooth and shiny thing, Is glistening like my ...

17 Days to go... Dear Pati, Tum theek hee hoge, Is baat ka yakeen hai mujhe. Woh to bus yuhi kuch lamhe zyada mandir mein bitate hain hum. Tumne kaha tha ki kuch hararat si hai, Mujhe pata hai ye to bus mausam ki sharat si hai. Phir bhi dawa ke dabbe ke paas ruk jate hain kadam, Woh to bus yuhi kuch lamhe zyada mandir mein bitate hain hum. Mujhe pata hai yaaron ke saath khana khaya he hoga, Roz ki tarah kuch meetha bhi aaya he hoga, Phir bhi kyun lagta hai kahin kuch reh na gaya ho kum, Woh to bus yuhi kuch lamhe zyada mandir mein bitate hain hum. Tum keh rahe the ki mausam ka mizaj badla hai, Tez hawaon par sardi ka badhta pehra hai, Mujhe pata hai ki sweater bhi lekar gaye nahin ho kuch kum, Woh to bus yuhi kuch lamhe zyada mandir mein bitate hain hum. Saara kamra kapdo se bikhra hoga, Kuch dhoondte hoge, kuch aur hr milta hoga. Kash sab theek karne ko thoda kareeb hote hum. Woh to bus yuhi kuch lamhe zyada mandir mein bitate hain hum. Wai...

19 Days to go... Dear Pati, Today morning in a dash, As I rushed to have a quick bath. I grasped your towel instead of mine, Remember, the one for which you had so whined? The mighty thing striped purple and white, For you was always such a delight. How proudly you cited your mom gave you thus, While I, for long, ignored your repeated fuss! Yes its true! For months I forgot, To get you a new towel you desperately sought. So many times to the market, but I'd never remember, All else came, but no new towel from June to September!!! And then you delivered the master stroke, Went to your mom and gave her a poke. Within hours, your yearning duly arrived, While I, of your attention, felt so deprived. Your mom became a star overnight. My envy couldn't be mentioned forthright. So till date, I don't really like that striped thing, Every time you wrap it around, I undergo a spicy sting! Now miles away in a foreign land, What's the colour of the towel y...