Pumpkins and success

Missus walked into the room. On her lips were one word - Pumpkin. No, that's not a word that she uses on me. Though, she could. Not lovingly. But with loaded sarcasm. I hear that after seeing a particular hindi film, people have started calling their men "adrak". If adrak, then pumpkin is also possible. Oi pumpkin, do something. See, it rhymes too. Anyway, if someone were to call her spouse pumpkin lovingly, how would that sound? My pumpkin, why don't you pick up the towel from the floor? Just for this, I would never throw towels anywhere. For fear that someone would address me like this. Fear of God. Any the pumpkin was being remembered because she had a pumpkin and the dish she had set out to create had a thin gravy and was going to have mustard in it. Pumpkins diced. Large dices. Some sour. Mustard with slices onions stir fried in it too. The dish would be yellow all the way. When in doubt, call up Mummy. Mummy in 44*C Gorakhpur. She's called. No answer. Some guy is called to ask where's she. He says he is out. There's another guy. He is to be called and he can connect to Mummy. A lot of calling happens. Then Mummy is on line. A recipe is taken. Then, talk drifts to other major things that's happening in the family. Conversation done. Aila, recipe is forgotten in the bargain! The pumpkin curry is fine enough even with a half heard recipe. But I still wonder. Would it be better with a few bean stalks in it? Or any other sturdy green? This recipe could make a superb bowl for a hungry afternoon. With boiled rice. In the evening, news comes in that a niece, Disha Mukherjee, has scored 97.2% in the X board exams. For the rest of the evening, we wear a pumpkin shell over our heads with a forever smile on the shell. Since we are Indian parents, the first thought would be - where did the rest 2.8% go?