Story: Sweet Quarrel.

- Instead of going towards the pier, Rupa started walking around. After hanging around for an hour, she casually went to the place behind the bougainvillea bush, where she used to meet Amit before marriage.

- Behind the bush, Amit wrote on her palm the next day after the wedding, 'Rupa, you are my first and last love.'

You must have heard a saying, 'In love and war anything goes.' Some may even have adopted this saying in real life. Well, I don't know about war, but in love, especially in love war, everything happens and everything that happens after that makes the joy of love double.

Amit and Rupa's wedding will be barely three months. On that day, Amit left the office as usual and reached home on his scooter.

Rupa quickly opened the door as she heard the familiar sound of the scooter. Then she adjusted the maxi skirt she was wearing and started preparing for tea-breakfast on the table.

She was thinking in her mind that now Amit will come from behind just like every day and hug her and say, "What is this, Rupa?"

Why do you start making tea as soon as I come? Don't you know what I want before tea? Rupa was thrilled with her imagination.

But none of this happened. As soon as he washed his hands and mouth and sat on the chair, Amit said in a slightly irritated tone, "Hey, tea and her same biscuits again today?"

Rupa said, "If you taste it, how delicious are the biscuits?" I have made a special order for you.

Hearing this, Amit became angry and said, "But you were supposed to make a 'parable' today, right?" Just yesterday he said that you have learned to make similes from poetry.

"Yes, I have learned it, but when I went to make upma, all the raw materials were completely burnt."

"Ravo got burnt? How?'' Amit asked in surprise.

"I was roasting Ravo on gas, while I was talking to Pankaj, my elder brother's friend, the Ravo got burnt."

"Answer one question, Rupa, why does this pankaj fall every day?"

"Where does everyday come from?" This is his office on this side, so he visits the house from time to time," said Rupa clarifying.

Amit remained silent now.

"Are you offended? Eat biscuits today. Tomorrow I will surely make upma for you.” Rupa tried to convince Amit.

Even so, today you make fritters.'' Amit said with a smile.

"Fries? How do you talk? Now I sit down to make fritters? I'm wearing a new maxi, can't it be seen? Shall I go back to the kitchen to cook such good clothes?''

Amit snorted and stared at his wife. Rupa understood his feelings and said, "Hey, are you angry again?" I see from last three months, Rupa, that you are not creating a single thing for me with your mind. I had heard that after marriage, the wife prepares her husband by cooking different kinds of dishes, but you don't like to cook anything.

"Oh! You sit down to give a lecture even in small talk. Now let this matter go and let's go to watch a good movie.'' said Rupa.

"No, not going to see Philambilam. Today you have to cook something for me for breakfast. Now you decide that you make upma for me fritters?''

“Amit, do you think I am just a cook, or do you take orders at the same time? I will not make anything right now.'' Rupa also said in an irritated tone.

“Rupa, I am not kidding. Today you have to cook something for breakfast.

"I won't make it." Rupa also held her own.

“Yes, yes. Let's not make it.” Rupa said firmly.

"Is this what your parents taught you?"

“Where are you bringing my parents into this? Did your parents also teach you to scold your wife like this?

"I don't do Ghurkia. You're crazy. Don't you have enough understanding that when the husband says something, the wife should listen to it? Amit said.

"That's it, that's enough. Who knows that one does not get tired of saying the same thing over and over again.

“Stop the nonsense, why do you make fun of everything I say? Do you think I'm stupid?'' Amit further added, ''Since marriage, I see that you have no hobbies other than joking, gossiping and watching movies. Let us assume that all these things are necessary for life, but life cannot be spent only by them.

Today, heavy philosophies have collapsed. If I had known that you have such a trivial idea, I would never have married you.'' Rupa said.

"Your thoughts are more trivial and complicated than mine. If I had already known, I would not have thought of marrying you.'' Amit also spoke angrily.

"What do I need to say about it? It is my turn to repent by marrying you.

"So what happiness have you given me? I did not even understand the need for you? Thus the dispute between the two increased.

“You think I needed you? Hey, I am the beloved daughter of my parents. Even today those people will love me.

"So who stopped you? Go, go and stay with them. But remember, once gone there is no coming back to me. I also want to see who keeps you with so much love.

"Then see," Rupa said angrily and left the house crying.

Although then she got irritated and left the house, but after going out, who knows why, her anger started to cool down.

Instead of going towards the pier, she started walking around. After hanging around for an hour, she casually went to the place behind the bougainvillea bush, where she used to meet Amit before marriage.

Amit wrote on her palm the next day after the wedding behind the bush,

'Rupa, you are my first and last love.'

She remembered what kind of rainbow dreams they both had while witnessing these colorful flowers and today?... Rupa started thinking, why did the colors of those rainbow dreams fade today?'

Suddenly she saw that the prince of her dreams was still standing here with a sad face like hers. It occurred to Rupa, 'Is Amit also like him...'

Suddenly Rupa cried out in joy,

"Amit..." and then ran into Amit's arms without thinking. In a single moment, all the walls of quarrels, differences seemed to be broken and crumbled and the essence of love started spreading from all sides.

After a few minutes, both of them reached home and saw Kavita standing near the door with a plate full of 'upma'. As soon as she saw Rupa, she said, "Today I made upma and brought it for you."

As soon as the poem went, both of them broke down on the simile of being hungry for years. But this time they were trying to feed each other instead of eating themselves. This 'love-fight' was more exciting than the previous one.