It was one a.m. They both had a bad fight that night. He went to sleep without having dinner, and now he was feeling very hungry, and was not able to sleep. He got up, peeked up at his wife, who was sleeping on the right side of the bed, their one year old daughter asleep between them. He tiptoed and went to the kitchen.
He turned on the kitchen lights and went to the refrigerator. He was going to open it when he noticed a note on it. It read :
“Warm up the food in the microwave before you eat. Also I have kept kheer in the red container on the top shelf.”
He smiled. He took out the food, took out the sweet dish, warmed them up, arranged all of them in a plate, and went to his room. He kept the plate on the side table, and gently kissed his wife lightly on her forehead.
He : Okay get up now, I know you're not sleeping.
She : Whatever.
He : Come-on get up now and eat something.
She : I already ate. You eat.
He : Impossible. Has it ever happened that you have eaten without me eating? Get up, and eat something. You must be hungry too.
She : I am not hungry.
He (leaning forward and whispering in her ears) : I love you, and I cannot eat when I know you're hungry, angry and sad. Please eat, for me.
She got up and hugged him at once. Then they both giggled at their stupid fight. They ate from one plate and shared kheer. They had forgotten and forgiven each other for the 10000th fight, without even anyone saying sorry.
And then, their little bundle of joy started crying for her food.
