Couple of days back, an uncle posted a long message on social media about his wedding anniversary due sometime next week.
Offline, one of the new-gen kids remarked, “Cute...a bit meh...”
An elder nearby responded, “ Yeah, right...”
“So, that’s why he was so interested in getting us into this book-app-crap...” another added.
Within a few hours, it spread like wild-fire.
Another uncle, supervising his kid digging the plot for yam cultivation, shouted to his wife, “Sixty five years our parents lived together, not one of those years did they do this.”
“If only you did at least one year...” his wife grumbled.
“What, woman, do you want me to be like him? And squeeze your folks dry?”
A few streets away, an aunt said, “He has not mentioned that I took care of his two dirty kids when they went to work. And, where are they now, and where am I?” She scowled at the grandchild in a tub of warm water.
Her husband agreed, “Not one day did they take care of our parents. And he writes that not a day went without them...in their life. Bah!”
His brother called a little later. “Is he out to get presents from us? For a bit of pulao and chicken curry, we will have to shell out at least 500.”
“In this lockdown period, I wouldn’t mind some kind of party,” the other tried to reason.
“People of his political party are always pinching our money.”
That fire was fiercer, even though no one other than the offending uncle had known political affiliations.
An aunt brought back the discussion to the relevant issue. “People should not gloat about such things.”
Those with unhappy marriages stayed away. What did they have to say?
From continent to continent, the discussion continued offline cleverly avoiding the main family that had started it all.
Online, everyone responded to the message with effusive best wishes and lovely emojis.
Only one new-gen kid in the extended family sent an inappropriate response. With a clarification, “Sorry dudes, that was for my BFF.”
An elder asked his wife, “Why is he sending pictures of that to a guy?”
“I think that’s to a girl. Will you send me something like that on our wedding anniversary?”
“Don’t start...anniversary...what crap...”
“You are such an old...” she stopped.
“You witch, for me every day with you is an anniversary. Now, get me my kanji, will you? And, I will send out a long message about you feeding me that.”
“Oh, you old...”
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