61 | History repeats

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~~~~~~~~~~Harini~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Vikram and I traveled to Hosur together—a long car ride, just the two of us. I was both excited and nervous as it was his first visit to my house since returning from Australia.

Last time he visited, things were tense, and even my parents were anxious about how he'd behave this time. Thankfully, Vikram was cordial, and my parents treated him respectfully as the groom, leaving us alone to talk.

My brother handed me his bike key when I arrived but seemed distant with Vikram and me.

Though he fulfilled his role as a brother, the warmth and fun we once shared felt missing. When I asked if anything was wrong, he assured me everything was fine.

Earlier, when Vikram insisted on dropping me at Hosur instead of letting my brother pick me up, I noticed my brother's aloofness.

He barely stayed at our house and left quickly. I avoided bringing this up with Vikram, fearing another argument.

Today, I saw Vikram and my brother talking on the terrace. I prayed their differences would resolve, and thankfully, their behavior improved afterward.

We spent the weekend at my house, and Vikram stayed in Bangalore for work and to finalize plans for a small Ganapathi Homam at our new house before the next tenant moves in.

The grihapravesham we'd hoped to do together after our wedding didn't happen because of my earlier mistakes, so this pooja was significant.

Meanwhile, I started at my new college, excited yet nostalgic about my UG days. The first three days went well, though PG life felt different.

Many classmates were older, with some returning after years of work, while a few women were already married with children.

Seeing the ragging and seniors interacting with juniors brought back memories of my first year.

Yesterday, Vikram and I had a casual phone chat that turned into an argument. Frustrated, I hung up abruptly. He called thrice, but I ignored or declined his calls.

This morning, he sent 'sorry' messages, but I didn't reply and went to college.

Am I overreacting? Was the argument too petty to act this way? What would people think if they knew the reason for our fight?

How will they react when I say , we both fought over which is better? Idli or Poori? His point was Idli which is steamed one , while I prefer Poori with poori masala.

Our debate started on this and went in different direction ending up in argument. When it comes to Poori or Vikram, I am always on Poori. 

When I was travelling in bus, he dialed me. I picked up though I did not want to as I was angry. Angry for forbidding me from eating Poori.

"Hey Harini.. won't you talk with me?" he asked 

"I won't . Anyway as you say I am always wrong. Then why do you want to talk with me? I won't listen to you" I retorted , after getting down from the bus.

"chellam. just.." 

" Harini .. Call me Harini.  You were calling me that way all the time because you were angry and now I am as well angry. So call me Harini , not Chellam Ok?"  I said and crossed the road to enter the college premises.

"Chellam. Are you going to be angry on me for this simple thing? Which one do you prefer ? me  or Poori?" He called me.

"obviously Poori dhan da" pat came my reply. (obviously Poori man -addressing in informal way)

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