‘Your attempt to argue with me on science, art, literature, history and geography is inversely proportional to your intellect, knowledge and wisdom. Ammalu’
‘God made us like that. With directly proportional geography and other things, I would not have gifted you with our children. Have some common sense, SP!’
‘Ammalu, after all for whom should I save money, if not for your pleasure? For the Navaratri expenses, I’m sanctioning a liberal grant of Rs. 101 this year. Enjoy’.
‘Do you want me to invite my friends (many are your friends too) for the Kolu or not?’
‘Yes, of course. Invite every one. Ammini, Paru, Parukkutty, Karthiayani, Kamalakshi, all your friends ‘
‘Yes, Yes, call all your club members’
‘Are you mad? If I call all the Club members, I may need Rs. 5000 or even more’
‘What’s Rs 5000 these days, Ammalu? Draw Rs.10,000 or whatever you want!’
‘Can we discuss our problems and come to an understanding, Ammalu? I’m your husband’
‘You asked a question and gave the answer too. What is there to discuss now?’
‘Can you spare a few minute for me Ammalu? I’m your husband’
‘I can but not immediately. I’m your wife‘
‘Ammalu, now I feel that I made a mistake by saying ‘yes’ immediately when your father asked me whether I liked you, during our very first meet’.
‘Immediately? You were awestruck by my beauty and sat for full five minutes, mouth wide-opened! Your father had to sprinkle a palmful of water to bring you back to normalcy. Without his asking whether you would like to marry me, you started nodding your head in agreement so forcefully that your mother had to apply balm for a week to remove the sprain’