For a couple
of months Shruti did not miss anything, but soon she was missing the fun of
being surrounded by people.
Suraj grew
restless too and decided to invite Shruti’s parents. Shruti’s parents obliged
too.
Suraj waited
in anticipation and on the day of their arrival Suraj had taken a day off from
work to spend the day with his in-laws.
The grand
day arrived and Shruti’s parents made their entry into the house.
After
refreshing themselves, they asked Suraj when they had to ‘assemble’ for food.
Suraj was taken aback and turned towards Shruti. Shruti suppressed her smile
and translated her parents’ question to Suraj.
“Whenever you
folks feel hungry you can eat!” Suraj replied with a straight face. Shruti
turned towards her father and the look on his face said it all!
Shruti was
determined to have fun!
“Do you call
your husband by his name?” Shruti’s father wanted to know. Suraj was about to
reply but Shruti gestured him to keep quiet.
“Appa, I am
following your advice and adapting to my in-laws tradition. Suraj likes to be
called by his name and I, as a good wife would, am fulfilling my husband’s
wishes,” it was Shruti’s turn to keep a straight face and Suraj excused himself
to the other room before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter!
During
dinner time, Shruti’s father wanted the entire household to eat together. Suraj
began protesting, but his father intervened and told Suraj that his
father-in-law was right about maintaining a family dinner time.
“At
least one meal should bring the entire family to the same table!!” he concluded.
“Appa, did I
hear you say something?” Suraj was astonished!
“Yes,” said
Shruti’s father-in-law who seldom spoke. He never opined and simply followed
instructions from the safe bounds of the shell that he had confined himself
into, after his wife’s death.
Suraj was
happy to hear his father opening to the world outside. He obeyed his
father-in-law’s wish and ate with the rest of the family.
Shruti’s
father chatted with her husband on varied topics and they found out that they
had a lot of common interests.
Meanwhile
Shruti had a bitter argument with her mother on a certain recipe that Shruti
had learnt from Suraj’s grandmother. The name of the dish was 'Poricha kuzhambu'. The preparation style varied greatly between the two families and Shruti told her mother that the manner in which it was prepared by Suraj's grandmother tasted better!
A difference in recipe was where the first argument began... |
All hell broke loose! The first
argument between a mother and a married daughter begins thus!
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