Looking up, little aghast, I, Mrs ChitterChatter (Mrs C), questioned, “I never stood a chance, did I?”. Mr. Balanced (Mr B), my better half, signaled me to hold on. Munching on his bite, he said, “Yes and No!”
With disgust in her eyes, Mrs C rebuked, “So politically correct! As usual you are
sitting on the fence. But I should have anticipated it.”
Staring at me with his unruffled eyes, he sat with his monk like calmness.
“Will anyone tell me, what’s my fault?”, Mrs C rumbled.
The Giant kid (GK), my son, had to pitch in to avert the World War III. Clearing his throat, he appeased me by saying, “Oh chill Mom. You had ventured out. So…”
“So? So I should be denied what was rightfully mine? That’s not done”, I said with my voice cracking.
The Innocent Baby (IB), my daughter, took the cognizance of the situation only then. With chocolate smothered around her lips and licking it up, “Don’t worry Mom. It happens!”
“Aha, now you have to teach me that, huh”, said I, with flared nostrils, sounding much scornful.
“Then you should have avoided that call or had continued your call here itself”, asserted Mr B.
“I believe, I had informed that I would be back in 5 mins. I did return before 5 mins. Did I not?”, snubbed Mrs C.
“Mom, I could not…”, said IB softly, her words more or less lost in chewing.
“Finish your bite first. How many times do I have to tell you that one should not open the mouth while eating”, said Mrs C silencing IB
Mr B and GK exchanged glances and that annoyed Mrs C. “What on Earth is cooking between two men? Can I have the honour to know it?”
But realizing that she was discussing something else earlier, “Don’t dare to side track me. First thing first. I need justice”.
“We are working on it. It can be settled. Please calm down”, assured Mr B.
Before Mrs C opened her mouth to lash out, she heard the sizzling sound and the sweet, aromatic fumes arrived. The waiter served the sizzling brownie with ice cream right in front
of her on the table. He started pouring the chocolate sauce over it. The sight
melted away Mrs C’s anger and she looked with love laced eyes at Mr B.
All this while she was asking for the last bite of the brownie desert which she had reserved for herself before venturing out. She had to go out of the restaurant, leaving the bite and the family behind, to attend the urgent call. By the time she returned IB had grabbed it.
Anticipating the consequences, Mr B had placed the order for the desert again! World War III was averted and peace prevailed.
After letting Mrs C delve into the hot, sweet and cold desert, Mr B revealed the story. Upon knowing this, Mrs C confessed, “Oh so thoughtful of you dear. I thought its you who ate my
rightfully reserved last bite of the desert. You should have informed this to me earlier”, while enjoying her byte.
“Look who is talking with food in mouth this time”, IB darted.
Mr B and GK were left wide eyed and Mrs C was bedazzled. IB sensed that something was wrong. She gave a sheepish grin. That made everyone chortle.

All is well that ends well!

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sudha krishnan · December 17, 2017 at 6:36 am

Interesting set.of characters right out of our homes.

    canvaswithrainbow · December 17, 2017 at 7:11 am

    No wonder they call the family a fudge with nuts! Thanks Sudha for visiting!

Deliciously Alive · December 17, 2017 at 6:53 am

All's well certainly ends well, when there is dessert for everyone!:)) Such a quirky story, Anagha! I had fun reading it!:)

    canvaswithrainbow · December 17, 2017 at 7:13 am

    Deserts do avert the World Wars! Thanks Mayuri for visiting. I am glad you liked it.

Keerthi Vydyula · December 17, 2017 at 10:34 am

The story seemed so real and practical Anagha. Please address my anxiety when i ask you, "If it was your story?" 😛

    canvaswithrainbow · December 18, 2017 at 11:32 am

    Hahaha…Kheer, all characters are real. The plot however happened only in my mind space!

    Keerthi Vydyula · December 18, 2017 at 2:00 pm

    Hehe 😛

Meenakshi J · December 18, 2017 at 3:05 am

Lol…. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it,Anagha ?
Ghar Ghar ki kahani.
How come all men are so politically correct? Ah,may be a reason why our political system is so inept ??

    canvaswithrainbow · December 18, 2017 at 11:35 am

    "Inept political parties"….ROFL!! Thanks Meenakshi for visiting!

sneha jain · December 18, 2017 at 2:46 pm

Haha ur story will remind me when I eat ice cream now

    canvaswithrainbow · December 20, 2017 at 6:12 am

    So it will be a cool tongue n cheek! Thanks for visiting.

Rajlakshmi · December 19, 2017 at 6:54 am

Hahahaha that was indeed thoughtful, plus I believe they wanted to escape the wrath of a foodie ?

    canvaswithrainbow · December 20, 2017 at 6:14 am

    Ya… you are right! Never mess up with the foodie..Hahaha

AuraOfThoughts MeenalSonal · December 19, 2017 at 11:08 am

I had a great time reading this story. And Meenakshi said rightly "Ghar ghar ki kahani 😉
Great job Anagha.

MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts

    canvaswithrainbow · December 20, 2017 at 6:15 am

    Thank youMeenalSonal for visiting! Glad that you enjoyed it.

Shilpa Gupte · December 21, 2017 at 11:23 am

Hahaha…I knew this must be it – Mrs. C venturing out and the rest of the family pouncing on her share of the brownie! Well,the whole dish is simply heavenly, so I would pounce on it, too! 😛

    canvaswithrainbow · December 22, 2017 at 1:20 am

    Reminds me of the proverb, "Hajir so vajir". So true Shilpa, specially when its brownie! Thanks for visiting.

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