Day: Sunday. Time: Afternoon. Place: the Kitchen
Me and my better half are busy cooking. To be more precise: she is cooking food. I am cooking her brains.
She is cutting onions. Making fine long slim slices. She is crying. And me too.
That's when I make an observation: कान्द्याचा आणि मनुष्याचा किती गहन हा संबंध पहा. कांदा कापतो तेव्हा मनुष्य रडतो (Strange is the relation between onions and humans. When we cut them, we cry...)
And to this, she says: आणि कधी कधी कांदा विकत घेतो तेव्हा पण... (And sometimes (we cry) when we buy them too...)
(Referring to the occasional spike in onion prices)
Me and my better half are busy cooking. To be more precise: she is cooking food. I am cooking her brains.
She is cutting onions. Making fine long slim slices. She is crying. And me too.
That's when I make an observation: कान्द्याचा आणि मनुष्याचा किती गहन हा संबंध पहा. कांदा कापतो तेव्हा मनुष्य रडतो (Strange is the relation between onions and humans. When we cut them, we cry...)
And to this, she says: आणि कधी कधी कांदा विकत घेतो तेव्हा पण... (And sometimes (we cry) when we buy them too...)
(Referring to the occasional spike in onion prices)
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