The last Gulab Jamun

It was my 31st birthday. My husband decided to give me a surpise. He made my favorite dessert - gulab jamun...and 31 of them...

I am not very fond of a grand birthday party so we called only his mother over. She is a sweetheart, when she is not with my father-in-law. She also has a sweet tooth and we often go for a girl's night out to binge on desserts.

Fortunately, the gulab jamuns turned out to be very tasty. Surprisingly so, since my husband is not really a great cook. We all helped ourselves to large portions randomly through the day.

It was 11.55 in the night; still 5 minutes before my birthday would be over. I opened the container and was immediately disappointed...all the gulab jamuns were over...all except one..the Last One...

I couldn't actually remember how many I had eaten through the day. Feeling guilty that I might have overeaten my share, I closed the container and put it back. 

My mother-in-law left 2 days later and we were back to our routines. My 31st year was quite exciting. I had received several wonderful gifts not only from family but also from my colleagues at work. 

Days passed away serenely till it was New Year's eve. Since I had had wine- a glass one too many, I craved for something sweet. I scrounged my fridge and found the container.

When I opened it, it filled me with regret and disgust. Completely metamorphosed was the Last Gulab Jamun, which could have been my birthday treat!