"Startling Discovery: Three Hands-Length Long Hairs Found Inside Rice Bowl!" Love Story


After finding three unusually long hairs in the rice bowl, I was taken aback. My new wife, still trying to understand me completely, looked puzzled. Should I say something? Despite my uncertainty, I bravely exclaimed, "I found a hair in the rice!"

She looked confused and left without explaining, leaving me to wonder. I thought to myself, perhaps she's just adjusting, trying to understand our family's habits. Minutes later, she returned from the bedroom with a handful of hair and asked, "Is this what you meant?"

I nodded in surprise. Such unexpected behavior! No one in my family has ever acted like this before! With a hint of pride, I retreated to the bedroom. There would be no dinner tonight. From the bedroom, I could hear the clattering of plates. It seemed she was angry. But had I said anything wrong? Did I cause this calamity? It's not like it's our wedding night—it's just a small matter!

Suddenly, I heard a crash from the kitchen. Did she trip? I rushed to the scene and found a mess scattered across the floor—plates shattered, food spilled. She sheepishly said, "This is how I fell. If you don't understand, should I fall in slow motion again? Should I break five more plates for you?"

I stood there, stunned, while she chuckled and said, "The plates are broken, but my heart isn't! There's nothing to worry about. And yes, if my hair on your head ensures your happiness, then I'll gladly keep it, even if it means losing some in the rice!"

I remained silent, contemplating my situation. Was it worth getting upset over? Would my anger solve anything? I found myself in a predicament! It's not just marriage; it's a sweet, simmering journey!

Suddenly, the sound of a broken dish pierced my ears. Did she trip again? I dashed to the kitchen. Holding the broken pieces, she said with a smile, "I broke the plates, not my heart! Don't worry so much. And yes, if my hair on your head brings you joy, then I'll gladly keep it, even if it means losing some in the rice!"

I was speechless, gazing at her with admiration. She was my new wife, sleeping beside me. But there was no sign of affection, no symbol of love. I had removed everything from my head yesterday. She should take the hint and fold my sarees herself. What trouble! From three in the morning until five in the morning, I was folding sarees, unable to concentrate on work. I became upset and said—

In the midst of one predicament, another seems to arise. I picked up the mosquito net, only to find her frantically trying to mend it. Seeing her struggle, I asked, "What's wrong now?"

"If I have to do everything myself, then why did you marry me? Can't I even mend a simple mosquito net?" she replied, frustration evident in her tone.

Upon witnessing her frustration, I sensed trouble brewing. From today onwards, she wouldn't sleep beside me. Not even a bit. I lit an oil lamp for an hour, trying to calm her down. Eventually, some peace prevailed. She seemed lost in thought, lying beside me. A new wife, lying beside me. Yet, there was no sign of affection, no trace of love. Yesterday, I removed everything from my head. She should understand and fold my sarees herself. What a hassle! From three in the morning until five, I was folding sarees, unable to focus on work. An ordeal indeed.

I exclaimed, "Look, not being able to mend the net properly has been my family's issue for generations. My father couldn't do it, nor could my mother. It's an old problem. Let me be, and I won't bother with sarees anymore."

At 7 in the morning, I woke up. Soon, I'll get ready and head to the office. Should I tell her about breakfast? I pondered. Then I saw her preparing the younger sister of the older sister-in-law for school. What a beautiful sight! How lucky I am to have her. I misunderstood her entirely.

I approached her to see tears in her eyes, her posture tense. I asked, "What's wrong? Why is she crying?"

Misunderstandings, tangled nets, and tears—such is the dance of married life.

My wife tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, the zip of your pants got stuck in the chain."

Perplexed, I asked, "How?"

She then demonstrated by opening the lower part of my pants' zipper and then pulling it up, causing another snag, saying, "Like this."

A scream escaped my lips. I opened my eyes to find myself admitted to the hospital. Bandages adorned several parts of my body, all due to an excruciating pain. I am writhing in agony. Moments ago, my esteemed doctor, Kabir, came to see me. Overwhelmed with sorrow, I held onto him and sobbed, "Doctor, why do people get married?"

Dr. Kabir, after a long sigh, replied, "Why do people get married? To know the answer to that, I got married once too. But after a few days of marriage, I forgot why I got married in the first place!"

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