How did your kitty party go? Asked my husband as we were having dinner.
It was the most embarrassing party I have ever had, I rued.
Well, what happened, wasn’t the food delivered on time? he said.
No, nothing like that, in fact the food was the only saving grace which had lifted my sagging spirits, I confessed.
Did you make any faux pas?
No, infact I acquitted myself splendidly playing the perfect hostess engaging everyone with games and quiz contests between groups, and my friends complimented me on the meticulous arrangements I had made for the party.
Then what is your grouse when everything seems to have gone off well, he said.
Yes it did, but it had a bad beginning, I lamented.
Sometimes things begun well, don’t end well. So forget about the bad start, he consoled.
No, I just can’t get over it, the way Aish greeted my friends with their nick names prefixed to aunty, I lamented.
That’s serious, what did she say? Said my husband with concern.
She said Hello, CB aunty to one, hello FS aunty to another, GV aunty to the third, BM to the fourth, PC aunty to the fifth, SV to the sixth and so on, I said trying to remember the sequence of their arrival.
What was their reaction? Didn’t they ask why the girl was addressing them with those prefixes?
I diverted their attention before the girl could explain what they stood for , I said.
Marvellous, I really admire the girl’s memory, only wish she exhibited her memory power in her studies, quipped my husband as an after thought.
By the way who gave all these nicknames and what do they stand for, he asked feigning ignorance.
You should know better, I shot back stressing You.
n.meera raghavendra rao