Originating from the Southern belt of India,
\nThis is the tale of pungappa Chetty
\nA young, astute businessman
\nWho loved his wife to death
\nAnd vowed they would always stay together
\nShe too loved him with an unrivalled passion
\nEvery evening, when he returned home tired
\nAfter the day’s toil, served him tasty treats
\nOne day, a peddler with a magical voice and funny eyes
\nCoaxed her to buy a truckload of fresh delectable dates
\nWhen he returned that eve, she greeted him with a hug pot of dates
\nHer eyes shone with anticipation
\nHe opened the lid but O horror!
\nOut jumped a battalion of smartly dressed soldiers, instead of the dates
\nBeat him up black and blue, discarded him to the ground and disappeared
\nSeething with indignant anger, Pungappa Chetty threw her out, accusing her of black magic
\nCursing her fate, how everything changed in one night,
\nDragged herself to become a light- bearer in marriage functions
\nFate had other plans; a pining and slightly regretful Chetty
\nMet her in a friend’s function but to him was unrecognizable
\nAs she gave him light, the darkness fled, he felt warm
\n” Who are you?” He whispered
\nAnd she in a sing-song voice narrated her story of woe
\nChetty sprang up, touching her feet, begging for apology
\nEmbracing her, he declared his undying love
\nPromised never to be irascible and irrational ever again
\nShe smiled through her tears, shyly basking in his warmth
\nAnd thus ends this tale that silently shares the secret of conjugal bliss;
\nTrust, togetherness and accepting you were wrong!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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