My [other] mother: Those women were harridans. Their husbands died because they wanted to die.
Ahem: I want a marriage like my parents’. 25 years of cold wars and hot sex
Me: Happy 25 anniversary! Kya kiya?
Aunt: Kuch nahi… Raat bhi boring thi… Din bhi boring rahega… tere uncle mein toh kuch enthu hi nahin hai (The night was boring, so was the day. Your uncle has no enthusiasm)