A love story

“When was the last time you brought me flowers?” she questioned him tearfully. “You don’t even remember what day is it, do you?” she continued.
He had no answers because he didn’t have any. He never thought that it was such a big deal for her.
She was very depressed because it was Valentine’s Day. Her friends and colleagues had all plans fixed for them, well in advance. And here she was hoping the man would remember the day and bring something for her. He disappointed her tremendously.
When he came back from work, she greeted him in anticipation. She thought he is planning to surprise her. She thought he would take her out for dinner. She didn’t even change thinking they would have some plans tonight. She kept hoping and waiting.
On the other hand, he changed quickly and sat down to unwind with his favourite sports channel. He was busily watching a re-run of a soccer match and cheering at stuff, she had little clue about. She hated sports and especially soccer. Ten years of being together and yet she couldn’t gather the fun part of watching replays, again and again.
She was heartbroken by 8 and reluctantly entered the kitchen to fix dinner. Her over-confidence had made her give an unwarranted leave to the cook tonight. The good-old-khichri was the only resort. “Who eats khichri on a Valentine’s evening?” she cried to herself.
Just then, the man happened to make an entry to grab his beer. He was shocked to see her in tears. “It surely isn’t that time of the month, then, what did I do wrong?” he introspected.
He frightfully patted her to find out. Right then, the volcano erupted. There was no point of return for him. He knew from experience the virtues of silence. He put the idiot box on mute and tried to not make any sound. He quietly, gulped the distasteful khichri because in her furry she had skipped the seasoning part. She didn’t realize because she skipped dinner. He knew well not to insist too much.
Next morning, when she got up, he was at the gym. She struggled to get out. Her stomach was making that infamous growling sound. She hurried to the kitchen. And there, she found a wholesome breakfast waiting for her to pounce. She finished every bit of it but hunger was hard to satiate. Suddenly, she remembered of the left over khichri. Warmed it in the microwave and ate the first mouthful. The khichri was too revolting and she threw up.
Right then, he entered and she asked him “How did you manage to eat this?”
He replied, “With great difficulty, actually, but you were already so upset didn’t want to add to your woes.” He continued, “But why did you eat that I made breakfast for you?”
Her eyes grew moist and she ran to the comfort of his familiar arms.


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