Kurta And Kishan Lal

Still the noise of evening discussion held on the bank of pond was haunting him. How was a man boasting of his riches ? Sort of like how he only could ask his wife for washed clothes and good foods because he always assured her the supply of all those stuffs etc etc.

Kishan Lal Ji started thinking. My wife never asks me for anything. Am I very good to her? He told his wife that it had been very long he got her a sari. His wife felt that he was not alright.

She started telling him how great he is a husband. His loyalty makes him royal. She kicked off many a story. How one of her distant cousins asks trouble from her husband on small issues. Real assets of a family are love, care and peace. Before good night he was again reminded that he would not forget taking the piece of cloth to tailor, he was conferred with at his in laws house on his last visit, when he goes to market. She was sure, he would look fantastic in that. Kishan Lal Ji was a small farmer with some additional cows. This year the cow gave he calf which could not fetch him enough to clear the dues of local debtee. But accouchement of her own daughter was very close. Both were waiting. Next day he went to bazaar, submitted the cloth piece to tailor master. Tailor master suggested him to roam around the market meanwhile he would stitch the kurta.

Kurta was offered before the goddess of home. It was ready to be put on. Initially denied but could not rule out his wife's silent solicitation. A few days later time came of sowing the fields. Milk man was requested to dispense some advance. He also knew about his new prevent cow. Kishan Lal Ji went to market with two thousand note in his new kurta. He came home empty handed. He had been pick pocketed inside the crowd. His wife, “something far better is going to happen, do not worry. We shall try seeds of our own produce."

Kishan Lal Ji," and fertilizer? Milk man is not going to give me money again. And I would not ask.

Wife," do not disappoint yourself. I have emergency stock, escorted which you do not know.

A good husband is one who ignores even if he knows what his wife is hiding. He must give his dear a license to deliver speech before her opponents how loyal her husband is, who just forgets what he gave to her and never asks for a tally.

The morning Kishan Lal Ji was sitting idle. He had persuaded himself for tea as he could not bring sugar which was right on the chit in which note was wrapped. To his surprise his wife came to him with a cup of tea.

" Ho did you do? You told me yesterday that if I forgot sugar, I had to forget tea as well."

" I used suger cubes assigned for worship"

Kishan Lal Ji cautioned her if god would not like that.

His wife stated," you are also my god"