Honey I still have the Sweets

"And what do we do with the sweets?" she asked in a despairing voice. Her husband pressed the mute button on the remote. He realised that he was required to participate in a discussion and wouldn't be able to get away with a nod or a grunt. After all, now it was a week after Diwali, and she had been asking that question almost everyday. He had overestimated the requirement, and now would have to deal with it.

She realised his dread and said, "I want to discuss, what we can do with the sweets, not why we ended up with so many sweets." He brightened. Aah now he could provide a solution.

"Maid." He said promptly.

She shook her head."Its pure ghee and its not spoiled and our neighbours will get upset with us, because then, their servants would be asking them to give nice sweets and not ones with a thin fungal layer."

"Neighbours?"

"We have already given to some. And they will realise that I am giving it to them again, because its in excess. And what if they give their own excess sweets in return?"

"But there were some, to whom you didnt give?"

"But it will look so lame! How can I explain it? They wont be grateful. They will just feel insulted."

"What if we throw a party and invite people? How about a blog meet. The bloggers can blog about your tasty sweets. Surely you will feel wonderful to read it."

"Tempting, but its easier for me, to blog about my own sweets. I dont want to spend on the rest of the meal and I am really exhausted. "

"What if we just let them be, and eat something everyday."

"Already I have gained 1.5 kgs and you have gained 2 kgs"

He winced. "Well dear they were so yummy. Err can I have couple more"

She glared. "No. Do you think we can send it to your cousin in USA? After all they wouldnt know when we sent and we can always blame the postal department. "

"Too expensive. How about some to your aunt in Dubai? But then that too will cost something. How about an Orphanage?"

"Its 50 sweets not 200 sweets. How about just giving them away saying you got a promotion."

"No way. What if people at my office find out? Why not say you have become pregnant? And then fake a miscarriage. You could get some sympathy too."

"Forget it. I will end up getting names of 70 doctors who are simply the luckiest and the best in the baby business and the 80 temples which you will have to only visit, to have your wishes fulfilled and perhaps half a dozen astrologers. Never." She shuddered.

"Perhaps we could send it to some film star. And who knows, we could be on TV. But let the name begin with S. The media loves alliteration. And it could name the segment, Sweets for Sush or Sweets for Shahrukh."

"Great. But what if they think we are trying to poison them and its some form of underworld threat? Perhaps we could do it next year. Now its too late."

"Ok. Lets just throw them away"

"But they represent so much of my hard work. And they taste and smell so good, even now."

They stared at each other dejectedly. Until she had an idea.

Well, now you know the story, behind the internet auction ad "Sweets, starting at Re.1.."

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