I have always loved ice cream cones a lot. I love eating ice cream in them. There is great pleasure in it. My wife abhors them. She finds them rather messy. She is all for ice cream cups. But I love ice cream cones. They are my all time favourite. Infact, I feel that ice cream not eaten in a cone is but an unfulfilled experience.

I still remember when me and my wife first went on a date. We both decided to have ice cream after lunch. In my enthusiasm, I got ice cream in two cones. My wife ate the ice cream with much care. After we had eaten it, she told me very seriously that we needed to talk. I was really out of my wits wondering what could be the matter. As far as I knew, everything was going nice.

It was then that my wife told me in very clear terms that if I wanted her to be my life partner, I should never expect her to eat ice cream in a cone. It was really hilarious but I didn’t laugh. My wife’s face was turning a deep shade of red from erstwhile crimson and I have enough sense not to enter the danger zone.

It was my very first experience of observing the shades of my wife’s face changing as per her mood. This observation power of mine has come handy in all the years we have been married together. I have never dared the red shade. It is really not worth it.

Coming back to ice cream cones, I am happy my wife made it clear to me. Frankly speaking, I didn’t mind it at all. Every person has full right to decide how they want to eat their ice cream and being somebody’s wife should not make any exception. The point I appreciate is that my wife never stopped or objected me eating the ice cream in a cone. It may sound funny but this is a really admirable quality. It is so very easy to think about changing your life partner. Most of the people make this mistake. i am happy that me and my wife are similar in this regard.

This I would say is the secret of a happy marriage.

But let me take your leave now. Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ and his wife stopped at the ice cream parlour and savoured the taste of delicious ice cream. They both liked the same flavour- only the container was different. But it didn’t matter to them. Life for them was a happy mixture of delicious differences.