Case of the Disappearing Momos, #HumorinDesiLife

 

    

    Not exactly an example of good neighbourly relations. My Foreign Service batchmate Puneet shifted into the flat below us the day before. 

    Yesterday morning gripped by hunger pangs, I was rummaging through the fridge and saw in a green tiffin box some chicken momos. Was slightly miffed with my wife, Taruna, for not letting me know about their existence. Promptly poured them out into a plate and heated them in the micro. Being a chilli buff contemplated for a second on which chilli sauce to pour on top and settled for the red hot chilli paste which one gets in the Indian-Chinese restaurants. With characteristic flourish I polished them off. 

    Seeing my intensive surgical strike on the momos, Taruna gave me a bewildering look, almost quizzing me as to where I got them from. My return look was full of avenge-  like first you hid them from me and now you don't like that I got hold of them. Loved the delicious momos!! Luckily I didn't have to share them with her, as she is vegetarian. Somehow and I don't know why, Indian-Chinese leftovers always taste better the next day. 

    I had left the green tiffin box on the kitchen table. Soon thereafter Taruna shrieked from the kitchen. Oh my god!!, those momos were part of the food Ronnie, Puneet's wife, had kept for safekeeping in our fridge as their fridge is yet to arrive. Got a earful of invectives from Taruna, luckily I was able to stomach them thanks to the good momos inside me. 

    Sorry Puneet. Will make it up with good scotch soon. Your food may not be safe with us, but as jewellery and cash are not edible, please feel free to keep them with us, safely!

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