I had just cooked 'his favourite' dishes. Love ensured it had become 'our favourite' in no time. I filled my plate happily and sat down on the settee with the plate in my hands. No sooner had the first morsel come close to my mouth, when I heard a familiar laugh and the food was unceremoniously thrown away by an invisible hand. I received a resounding whack. I watched in amazement as the entire plate of food vanished in no time. My hunger satiated, I burped and kept the empty plate in the sink. "Ah! wish his invisible hand would do the dishes too." went the just whacked mind. I giggled. It was his birthday and he had thankfully come. So what if you guys call him 'The Ghost who whacks'? He was my kumar and I am still madly in love with.. his whacks. #humour #whackinghumour Only those who read my #chitstory will enjoy the above humour..🤭
