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NOTE: Just a little something that I wouldn't mind seeing at some point of time in the show. 😉
As the Oberois prepared for their eldest son's wedding, somewhere else in the city, a man had just burnt his breakfast. Scraping the shrivelled up black remnants of the egg into the garbage bin, he turned ruefully towards the other person in the room.
"See what you did there?" he said. "Now, since that was the last of the eggs, I will just have to do without a poached egg!"
A giggle escaped his listener who promptly followed this up with knocking a spoon off the table. It fell down with a clatter.
ACP Ranveer Singh Randhawa observed the piece of cutlery join the rest of the mess on the floor. Remnants of apple puree had already pooled at the base of the high chair. Splotches of the same food also decorated the table cloth and his own shirt in places.
"Well, don't try to argue with me. The doctor has told us, as you may well remember, that you must try eating without help."
He reached down as he spoke to adjust the bib on his one-member audience and was hit by a stream of chewed up apple puree on his nose.
"Okay, now that is disgusting", he said making a face and reaching out for the napkin.
"I love you but this is plain and simply taking advantage of my weakness." he added.
A faint gurgle escaped from his listener whose eyes now were fixed on his face with a rapt attention that some might find disconcerting.
"No point in trying on the interrogation glare on me, young man", he said seriously as he began cleaning up the spilt puree. "It's bad enough that I might have to breakfast on pureed apple."
The phone rang as he placed the utensils in the sink.
"Yes, Shinde, what is it?" There was some quick hurried speech from the other end.
"Good, that is just as I expected. Prepare the report and leave it on my table."
Randhawa hung up and gave a smile of satisfaction. Absentmindedly he picked up a spoonful of puree from the bowl in his hand and ate it. Next moment he was spitting out the whitish yellowy mess.
He turned back at the occupant of the high chair and said in dismay, "Okay, I think we need to change your diet. I can't blame you for refusing to eat this."
His nephew giggled at him and stuck an end of the bib into his mouth.
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