My wife Nita and I are both 65. I still work (corporate law, yaani stress central), while she’s been a wonderful stay-at-home mum all her life. I’ve never told Nita this, but when I was a child in Bengaluru, I saw a parrot bullying a monkey. To this day, I get stress-induced flashbacks: monkey rage, feathers raining like Holi colours, and red parrot khoon dotting my skin. Auntyji parrotHow do I say no to Nita – without becoming the monkey in this story?