“Let me finish this red curry (#$%&@&) of baigan first and then move to my favorite ones.” – Son-in-law made a choice inside his mind.
Mother-in-law observed baigan sabji finishing very fast. However she missed observing the frequency of sipping water, the tears in eyes and a storm in ears of him. It was too spicy for him.
“Son, you liked baigan, let me serve it more!”
And before he could gulp the bite, another scoop of baigan appeared in his dish. He made a choice again to finish it fast. But mother-in-law was too agile to serve another scoop, almost jumping out of serving bowl.
He almost covered his dish with hands and whole upper body, to save him from another horrific scoop. But how mother-in-law can lose? She had her utmost try for taking the bowl of baigan sabji and served again. Finally next time he had to hide that bowl under aasan (wooden sitting).
With a sigh, he tried to relish his favorites, but he was already full, made a fool of himself and already blasted with spice.
The next morning was hell for his burnt mouth, tongue and the belly.
“Mother, what you did to him? Though he is very flexible in eating, but baigan sabji was too spicy! And you served that again thrice!”
“What! And I thought he liked it too much!”
After a sheepish grin, mother-in-law busted into laughter and others joined her too, except Jamai (son-in-law) Raja.