She made garam garam
rotis and paneer for him. He liked to eat out.
She broke into a sweat making gajar ka halwa and pakoras.
He hated greasy food.
She ironed his clothes perfectly. He loved the wrinkles and
creases.
She scrubbed herself clean and powdered herself. He loved
the smell of sweat.
She went to the parlour to make herself attractive. He
hardly noticed.
She flaunted her mangalsutra
and sindoor. He found them too loud.
She quit her job to take care of his needs better. He found
it too odd.
She cleaned the house. He felt the home smelled of a
hospital.
She never asked him for any gifts. He waited for her to say
what she wanted.
She mindlessly obeyed her in-laws. He wanted her to think
and act independently.
She invited relatives on Sundays and treated them well. He
wanted to go out for a movie.
She was unhappy that
he never acknowledged her effort. Then one day her friend advised her to be
herself.
She ordered pizza and chocolate mousse.
She did not clean, cook or iron.
She stopped her parlour visits.
The mangalsutra
was locked away in the cupboard.
She applied for a job.
She made some plans for a trip together.
She was contemplating the idea of appointing a maid.
He cried foul and
called his mother.
