My father was a very indulgent husband and a cool parent. He married my mother when she was barely sixteen and was often known to remark that he brought up three kids. He always added Jee to her name and addressed her as Tussi or Aap. Karva Chauth was big in our home. Two weeks to D-day he took Mom shopping and bought her new clothes, a day earlier, matching bangles and trinkets etc were purchased. He would wake up early and have sargi (breakfast before sunrise) with Mom. On that day, we were told to curb our energies and tip toe around because Mom was fasting. He would come back early from office and depute us on roofs and trees to keep a watch and holler when moon was sighted so that Mom could break her fast. Sigh! It was sooooo romantic.
Naturally I also kept the Karva Chauth. And naturally it did not go too well for me. I just dont have that kind of luck you see. During my harmonious freakingly stormy wedded life, there were wars, and there were short intervals of I’m too tired to fight uneasy breathers. We had a biggggg fight on one Karva Chauth when ex said something majorly caustic and rushed out to work. He is King of Sarcasm. I totally lost it. In retrospect, I think it was because I could not top that one as he had left. It was so frustrating, you know. I could think of a dozen things to say which could top his lines, but he had effin left!!! I did not want to keep the fast for him. In fact I felt majorly martyrd by the entire concept of being hungry and thirsty for the entire day. I had cooked a sumptious feast for the sargi which was still lying on the dining table. So I sat down and ate. I was not hungry (I had already eaten sargi) but I ate the paranthas, the sewian, the gulab jamuns even though I felt sick. Yes I am a spiteful cat if you rub me the wrong way.
Stop pretending to be shocked, its all a myth okay. Nothing bad happened to him. He is still alive and healthy, and being tiresome. It takes more than a couple of aloo paranthas eaten by an angry wife on Karva Chauth to kill a person.
DIL asked me the first year of her marriage about what to do for Karva Chauth and I told her “Beta keep it for one year, after that, if you dont want to, dont. Doll up, apply mehendi, pamper yourself. The fast is optional” and I told her this tale of mine. She found it insane and repeated the damn thing to her mother and sister. I know I know, I shouldnt have told her! Her mother told me, “Both you and my daughter have the same nature”. Ah well, I have decided to take that as a compliment.
She looked lovely all decked up last year (It was her first Karva Chauth) and has just informed me that she wants to keep it again this year. Awwwwww, sooo romantic. I am so happy that she is keeping it for her own sentiments and out of her own free will. Of course I am also so happy that I dont have to keep it.
Edited to add: Both the lovebirds are keeping the fast – for each other. I am so impressed!