I Won't.....(Thirukkural Series)

(When you have kind, soft and sweet words why go for harsh language? Do you like the apple when it is sour and not ripe?)

1.

“Don’t think that I will be like this always. One day or other I’ll run away from this house. I can’t tolerate this much. I am seeing you changed from the day we got married. You are not the same. Are you never going to change as before?”

“So? You think that you know me? I can only be what I am. Why should you want me to change?”

“Because we are married I have the liberty to expect something from you.”

“Just because you married me you cannot expect me to be your slave,” he did not wait for her reply and just left the house.

She was partly broken. In the beginning of their married life she used to think that she could be patient and wait for him to understand her, maybe she could talk to him when he was relaxed, may be he was in a hurry or it may be due to some tension from his job.

Next days, next weeks and even the next months were the same. Men are from Mars and women are from Venus, true. But he was different before marriage, maybe belonging to the Venus at that time. Was it the marriage that changed him? Why?

But nowadays she had started feeling that he was a little bit ruder than before. It was just a month since they got married. The love he showed before marriage was completely missing. What went wrong between them?

She tried her best to control her tears.

 2.

When he reached his office and settled in his seat he felt a little relaxed. He should not have been so harsh with her, he thought. He told himself that he would compensate on the evening, especially in the night. A faint smile flashed in his eyes but vanished suddenly reminding him of his colleagues eagerly looking in his eyes for any possible gossip. In the evening he went straight to a sweet shop, bought some sweets and then to a flower shop to get a bunch of flowers. She has to be pleased somehow.

He entered the house with a loud whistle. She could not be seen anywhere. What happened?

He did not know what to do. The sweet Box and the bouquet looked like laughing at him. Had she left him once for all? The mere thought of it shook his roots. He could not imagine a life without her. He thought that after all he shouted at her as usual. Was it that big a crime?

He did not take dinner. He could not sleep. He promised himself that he would never ever shout at her if she came back.

In about half an hour he heard the door bell ringing. He suddenly got up from his bed and rushed to the front door. He vowed that he would not shout at her.

She was standing at the entrance. 

“Where did you go? Don’t you have any sense? What are you thinking in your mind? Is it how a decent lady behaves?” he shouted at the height of his voice.