Day 3 went at a snail's pace or was it snail mail? I forget.
The arrival of Colonel set the hapless residents of VidyaChatur mansion aflutter. The denizens of the mansion disintegrated without the strict hand of Colonel and her daily morning inspection of rooms. Beds weren't made, sheets weren't tucked in tight, laundry wasn't folded in neat rows and columns.
Why without Colonel MotiMa, even the Mathri went impudent, not having enough cumin seeds in each piece. I can imagine the household lining up every morning next to their rooms, while the Colonel goes about inspecting whether nails were clipped, hair tied back with no strays, tongues pulled out to confirm tongue cleaners were applied, and nose upturned to verify its clean of boogers.
But the true game is this - one step forward, two steps back. That's a metaphor, if you didn't know it. Get yourself familiarized with it as soon as possible because as goes CoolMood so does the story. One step forward, two steps back. A romance that rushes to the brink, keeps you hanging over the edge with sweet nectar of fulfillment just out of reach, only to yank you out rudely back to reality.
Sarasu could not find CoolMood's email, so he fished out her address from an envelope that magically was hidden in his study table. Why? Because if he did not have the envelope conveniently sitting in his study table, how the heck would he write the letter. And boy did the letter fly Gulf Air and cross the Arabian Sea with the speed of light? It arrived the very day to our lissome CoolMood who was busy finding better ways to use Dairy products - like actually feed people. Only, the poor beggar girl was lactose intolerant and our CoolMood's good deed for the day went to complete waste.
Why is everyone so worried about getting a Kala, Takla pathi/husband? Look at your dad CoolMood - aint he an adorable kala takla man? Wait, we need our husbands gora and head full of hair because that's what makes a person a really good man, right? So Shivji was bribed for a good husband but frankly, Shivji has every reason to be upset at the singular desire to get a fair husband, after all he is himself a dark skinned deity with dark blue undertones, isn't he?
CoolMood is head over heels in love. A man's bushy brows can do that to a perfectly sane girl, I had no idea. She awaits her faceless beloved while he goes into fits of hypertension just thinking about marriage. If left to Dadzilla, he'd happily compose a love letter on behalf of his son, simply to get things moving forward.
It's amply clear - nothing escapes the astute eyes of Dadzilla, except maybe the vast backless blouse and bare midriff of Momzilla that lays as expansive as the Arabian Desert itself.
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
