My dear , it has whistled once , twice thrice , milk cooker , where are you , in this tiny flat , off the gas , let’s sip the hot aromatic coffee , looking , smiling , at each other .

Loud whistle , so many times , my dear the rice cooker , switch it off , whatever , it gets burnt , over burnt .

Come on , let’s lunch , it’s half past one , fine , my , my favorite biryani , aromatic , hot hot , biryani , nice , very nice , who taught you , my sweetheart .

Thank God , it’s only two beeps , washing machine stops , doesn’t whistle loud .

My dear husband , why can’t you whistle a song .
NEWLY MARRIED COUPLE .
mk