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Paro finds perfect little ways to confuse Moonchiya.
Moonchiya: Here. 50 Shades of Pink. Now, wear them and nothing else
Paro, smiles: Was the Shopkeeper handsome?
Moonchiya: What do you mean?
Paro: Well. I am not averse to taking the shopkeeper too, since we are doing all 50 Shades of Pink.
Moonchiya: Chi! Gandi Aurath.
Paro: Me? Gandi aurath? What about the circus tent you seem to form in the morning.
Moonchiya: err...humm...what tent...no tent...lets not talk about the morning. I am going to huff, puff and leave immediately for a hot cup of adrak chai.
Moonchiya leaves the room with his overgrown hair blowing against the wind, forgetting that his favorite drink used to be whiskey and not desi chai.
KcM is busy rearranging the poison laddoos on the plate for the hundredth time. Panditji arrives for the Satyanashun Pooja. His household runs solely on the money he makes from the haveli. Panditji calls for the players to sit in pooja
Panditji: Beta, Major saab ka uniform ke under major saab nahi hain
Paro: Jaanthi hoon Panditji. But his uniform is an ideal doppelganger.
Panditji: Beta, aapki shadi uniform se nahi hui
Paro: Jaanthi hoon Panditji, but mera consumashuns uniform ke saath hi hoga
Panditji: Beta, lekin uniform is not a living thing
Paro: Jaanthi hoon Panditji, but uniform also does not change its moods as fast as Major saab. And the added benefit is, when one gets dirty, I can always get a new one. So uniform it is.
Moonchiya is found drinking tea over pakoras and ruminating over life-altering issues via squigly sepia toned flashbacks. Jamnaprasad tea ishtaal, a place where all the jilted lovers go for introspection and clarity of mind, serves the best Mirchi pakoras, which can clear any cobwebs in your brain. It is then, Moonchiya suddenly realizes that Paro is still beautiful and quite hate-worthy. For a day there, the garish red saree, overdone Lakme smoky eyes and fuchsia pink lipstick had him fooled into thinking that Paro was not very pretty. Resolved to hate her once again, he swerves his Phatphatiya and appears at the Pooja.
It never occurred to KcM that Paro's death might warrant an autopsy. She is so worried about the laddoos finding the right destination, she almost announces it on the megaphone, "Paro, EAT THE LADDOOS"
2 mins 30 secs - the time it takes laddoos to travel the distance from the plate to paro's mouth and the time wasted in showing nothing. The good thing about all this repeated flashbacks, echos of poison poison poison is that one can start RR anytime and not miss a thing from the past.
The laddoos look so delectable, Moonchiya downs them himself and Paro breaks into a smile. she was truly worried what the ghee laden laddoo would do to her waistline. Talk about making laddoos while the sun shines, KcM immediately recognizes that a preferable outcome is Rudra dies instead of Paro. Why didn't she think of THAT last Friday? Now, in KcM's grand scheme of plans only Paro or Rudra can die at one time. Both of them CANNOT, WILL NOT, EVER, EVER eat the laddoos at once, even if its a Prasad for a Pooja done in THEIR honor. Such is the logic of that convoluted mind.
Tomorrow: Moonchiya forgets that after brushing, he is supposed to spit the rich foamy Colgate residue in a sink.
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