Life with Prashant 🤣🤣🤣

 

"I'M GREAT"

Life with Prashant(and the madness continues🤣🤣🤣):

     Fed up of the madness called Prashant in my life. He wants the food items in his plate to be PERFECT. His late father used to work as a cook. May be his tastebuds got sharpened when his dad started cooking for him at home. Sometimes my cooking goes haywire. Like it happened yesterday(chapatis) and today(upma). I loved the taste of upma, but it had a little soft texture. So he didn't eat it. He throws mad amount of tantrums at home. And as per him, he is just perfect. He thinks he is great and is also confident about it.
      I know I don't have the 'impeccable'(horrible) and 'polished'(greedy) qualities of low society women whom he adores and in the midst of whom he has been brought up with, but throwing tantrums like a new bride, doesn't suit a fourty two year-old, father of an eight year old kid, also. As a plant he had never bent, so as a tree now, he won't bend.
     My dad was different. He loved my mother. So he used to eat everything that she made with a smile and without complaining. But he is mother Teresa's male version. He believes in charity and goes overboard with it. This used to lead to scuffles between him and mom. The quality was as irritable.
     I think men need to take a CHILL PILL and stop reviewing, when the woman of the house has decided something or prepared something. In every household the duties of the house are marked separately, to be done by different grown up members of the household, that needs to be respected and the critical analysis of each other's work should not be appreciated.
     Meanwhile the man has left for office and with only perfect and beautiful me in the house, life is pure ecstasy.
     I love myself 🦋🦋🦋