The first fight is never about what it seems to be about
You married across a regional line, Bengal to Karnataka, Punjab to Tamil Nadu, Maharashtra to Odisha, and for the first year, the differences felt like texture. His fish curry tasted nothing like yours, and that was fine, even interesting. Then one evening you made mustard-heavy ilish and he pushed it around the plate, and something shifted. Not because he didn't eat it. Because of the face he made before he decided not to say anything.
