Mom refills 4k everytime I finish my money

Justly accounted for.

I had to go shopping today.

Yesterday, I got permission from Mom to buy a kurta set for the wedding — Dad was out-of-station to a distant relative’s funeral three days. He’d just come home. Not the right time for him.

To get an okay from the very frugal man he is, it was smoother to settle on a piece at the mall today & then ring him up, quote the price.

So on finally picking one at Ethnicity, I rang him as planned, explained the deal, quoted the price, said I was about to bill, only needed his okay.

1.5k. (God swear modest)

Dad acted let down by my typical phone call as he usually does. And I took it in stride, as I usually do.

Paid, relieved, I rang Naveendhar about a patiala he’d wanted me to look for, during when I recalled the marriage as for two days — one wear won’t be enough!

Naveen was getting 2 sets, one for the sangeeth, and the other for the wedding. Ahw!

I needed one more set. I had the money. I even knew what to buy, a bold printed cotton Kurta @40% off with patiala, at Pantaloons.

Another 1.1k.

I only needed consent. I had to call them up and say, ‘Oh, I forgot to say Mom & Dad, I need one more set.’

The stamina for another such call lost, I went to Pantaloons and simply bought it.

Dad hasn’t taken it lightly that everytime I go out to shop, I come back with zero bank balance. And here it happens again despite my noblest intentions.

Mom came home first. I reminded her the marriage was 2 days and Naveen bought 2 sets for them.

‘You got two as well, did you or not, dear?’ she said.

Somebody save my Mom!

When Dad came, I only showed him the bag in Pooja room and asked him to get his bath so I could wear it for him.

As he stood dripping before the tv with a towel wrapped to waist, catching the serial he’d made home on time for, I came wearing the sangeeth set. He seemed v. v. pleased.

‘Hold on Dad, I’ve got one more! 2 sets for 2 days.’

Dad was a picture of disbelief.
Gently, a smile of recognition broke into face. This was me.

‘Carry on,’ he waved.

I sped and came back to the TV, wearing the wedding set now.

‘This is way better,’ Dad smiled looking at me in it.

‘Of course Dad, it’s the wedding set!’ I said.

Phew.

Thank god Mom refills me 4k every time I’m done, against often feeble protests from Dad.

Here’s hoping it’ll continue. Won’t be nice to attend a marriage carrying 475 — Oh dear god! I haven’t bought them a gift yet.