Double Eggs' Omelette

The cooking maid was more worried than her. The cooking gas had exhausted and it was 9 PM of a winter night.

But, unlike her cooking maid, she took the news calmly. She decided to give her nerves some rest this time.

Then she looked at him, not so scornfully. He was working at his laptop, quite unprepared for this horrible news at this hour of night. And those looks - he knew what they meant. It was on Saturday itself that he had been already given the warning to book the gas and today was Wednesday. He really needed to be careful now before uttering anything from his auspicious mouth, he knew that. Or else, there could be an explosion without the cylinder bursting though.

"Honey, who would have received the Gas Man, say? Both of us leave the house at 9 in the morning, to return at 7 in the evening. Is not it?"

She did not even look up from the comics' strip that she was reading.

The cooking maid gave her husband's reply instead. The cooking maid had many options of course and she could help if it was a BHARAT Gas, but (unfortunately) it was a HP cylinder that they had. She advised them to get a Double Cylinder Connection which she had told them earlier also and that she had one at her home, too. And she asked them to arrange for a stove as of now. And then she recalled how she had repeatedly warned them for booking the Gas beforehand in order to avoid this kind of sudden troubles. She then announced that, nothing more could be done. She tucked in the half cooked vegetables into the refrigerator and left.

"Honey, what about a bonfire on the roof? We could fire some newspapers and do the rest of the cooking?" he muttered under his breath with so much of after thoughts.

There was no response.

He opened the refrigerator, and searched for something for some time.

"Honey, where is the Gas Book that I had kept in the refrigerator?"

Quite true. He had kept the Gas Book in a safe and cool place, which is inside the refrigerator itself. She did not know what to think of it when she saw it for the first time. She said normally, "I have kept it above the refrigerator."

He fiddled with the Gas book, for some time, and then left it on the bed, knowing nothing could be done now and went into the kitchen.

"Honey, we still have the rice and the dal already cooked. Only the curry needs to be warmed up a bit. And an omelette of double eggs will do a fine job. What do you think?"

It seemed that she needed some air to breathe out. She called up her mother in law, and her mom, and narrated for a long time the same incident to both of them. It made her feel a bit lighter.

He took two eggs from the refrigerator, a sauce pan and a spoon from the kitchen.

By the time she had finished her calls, she noticed that he was not around.

Suspecting something fishy, she went to the roof terrace.

There he was all smiling, sitting with a sauce pan in his hands, held over a small fire before him.

She was just speechless. She could not believe that he really did it, that he really meant of doing it - an omelette of double eggs, on the roof, by preparing a fire made of just newspapers.

"Honey, see the omelette is almost done, you will see that this one tastes far better than the one cooked on the gas. Can you just pass me some more of those papers please"?

She had no doubt that it would taste better. She passed him some more papers. The omelette was now done.

"Honey, you wont be angry, nah? I used the paper box, where those new glasses had been kept. Actually I required some hard papers for starting up the fire."

Well, she was not.