Wife has returned home from his father’s house. She is tired by daily shopping with her sister, going abroad. And today she has mild fever and body pain.She searchs kitchen. No vegetables in fridge. She asked me to buy some for a week.I say 'yes dear'. So I am here, checking potatoes and sweet gourd, smelling ginger for its freshness, poking okra with my nails to check its tenderness. Sales assistant is watching me, as she knows me. I often come here with my wife. Today I see all male customers buying vegetables in this hour of early morning. It’s a changing scenario of Indian family. More and more males are doing things, nobody would have thought before some years. That was a problem of their male ego, thinning now with emerging of more and more nuclear, small families, where husband and wife both are working. I request sales person to take my photo in my mobile. She does it cheerfully, wondering ‘why I need one in a vegetable shop’. She will understand it one day, when her hubby will cook for her.