Relocating home brings its own challenges. My new house has huge windows with sunlight penetrating through the rooms.
The first reaction of my wife on entering the apartment was: "Go and arrange for curtains."
The carpenter was summoned. He surveyed the rooms and said: "You need three curtain rods and nails. Do you have them?"
"Then come with me to the hardware shop," he dragged me.
My wife was too happy to push me out with him.
The shopping spree over, the carpenter had nails, cutting saw and lengthy rods that can stretch up to a full room.
We came out of the shop and the guy suddenly remembered something.
"Hold all this," he thrust the things on my hand and vanished from the middle of the road.
After five minutes, he screamed from the shop: "You proceed home. I will go to another shop."
Embarrassed, I looked around praying no friend sees me. Fortunately, no one did. But everyone on the road gave me strange looks. The lengthy rods were uneasy to carry and I could hear horn sounds all around. I decided to hold the rods vertically like a flag pole.
When I reached my building, the rods did not fit into the elevator and three people were running away from me, looking worriedly at the sharp cutter.
Seeing me as a carpenter, my wife laughed out.
Thankfully, she also had a taste of the medicine, when the worker arrived, finished his work and told her, "Ma'am, can you please clean up all this mess?"