The case of the missing Tupperwares!

 Did I tell you about the time when we had to pay an extra 150$ because our baggage was way over the weight limit because I carried everything possible ( like, all my sarees and my 1000 ton weighing wedding lehenga because well, you never know when an occasion would  come up in the US and I have to dress up as a bride ..duh!) and stacked away in that over-weight suitcases were also my Tupperwares hand-picked by my mom. Now, ever since I was a kid, I  have loved Tupperwares, in all shapes and sizes and colours. The gorgeous colours of mauve, pink, green, blue. I would imagine my kitchen  filled with all these gorgeous colours just like how my mom's kitchen was. I imagined my future husband asking for cookies and me handing over the perfect blue tupperware filled with cookies. I fantasized about my fridge neatly stacked with leftovers perfectly labeled in colourful Tupperwares. Yes, I take my tupperwares seriously. A person like me who can't for the life of her find her own kajal in the mess that is her bag, can open the Tupperware cabinet and not a single one would be without the lid. I can walk over to the cabinet, open it and pick the exact Tupperware that is required for the amount of leftovers in the kitchen. Just like that! Like some kinda magic!

And when I go over to a friend's place for potluck, I pick the prettiest and the nicest  Tupperware in my collection. And I expect it to be returned back when I am leaving the party. But, oh no, they are like lending your books or DVD's when you know in your heart that you are never seeing that book or DVD again in your life! So, my host politely says that she will return it the next time we meet up. And, we do meet up the next time, but without my tupperware. And I don't want to sound like one of 'those' women who are particular about getting their things back. So, I keep mum about my beloved Tupperware.

But, Don't you understand there is a huge void in that cabinet where my pretty tupperware used to sit. I am emotionally attached to every Tupperware because my mom gave them to me and I hope to pass on my collection to my future daughter . So, the next time you open your cabinet and see a Tupperware sitting that is not yours, please return it. There could be some crazy woman like me waiting and hoping that one day, she will get her tupperware back :p Now, now, You don't want to deprive a family of an heirloom, do you? ;)

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