An aged Kanjibhai and his wife, Rupaben were leaning against the edge of their chicken pen ,when the Rupaben wistfully recalled that the next week they would mark their golden wedding anniversary.
Let's have a party, Muna na Bapuji ," she suggested. "Let's party with some Chicken Tikka."
Kanjibhai lifted his cap and scratched his grizzled head.
Rupa ," he finally answered, "I don't see why the chicken should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."
