Yes, I had a sweet revenge against my husband.

Few weeks back one of the residents of our building brought some sweets for us.

She brought four pieces of sweets. Two mysore paks and two laddos.

My husband is diabetic.

Knowing his craving for sweets, I kept three pieces in a box and hid them in a kitchen shelf, where husband would not find them.

I planned to give those sweets to domestic help the next day.

“Who gave this single piece of sweet?” husband asked seeing the bowl.

“Our neighbor Mrs. AAA” I told.

“I think you have hidden some more sweets somewhere. Nobody gives a single piece” he said in a complaining tone.

“Actually she offered more sweets, but I returned them saying both of us should not eat sweets”

“You cruel woman!” he said.

That night after dinner we ate half mysore pak each.

Next morning when I woke up, I saw the box in which I kept three sweets lying empty in the kitchen sink.

I took the empty box in my hand and went to the room where husband was reading news paper very seriously.

He did not lift his head even after hearing my foot steps, instead buried his head more deeply into the newspaper.

“Why did you eat three sweets in the mid night?” I asked.

“Why did you cheat me saying there is only one sweet ?”

“But you are not supposed to eat so many sweets at one go. You could have taken just one piece”

“It is your fault. Had you given me one full sweet last night, I would not have searched the shelves in the midnight”

“Mark my words, if I don’t avenge you the same within few days, I will change my name”

(“Intha kintha teerchukokapote naa peru marchu kontanu”-in Telugu)

“Ha ha ha! I am waiting for your name change”

Fast forward few days:

There was a puja (spiritual ritual) in the house.

“What are you making for prasadam (offering to God)?” he asked.

“Pulihora (tamarind rice) and burelu (a sweet where sweet stuffing is dipped in batter and deep fried)”.

“Wow, pulihora and burelu, a good combination. But don’t put that stupid sugar substitute in burelu”.

“No I am not going to use sugar substitute” I said

“That sounds good” he said happily.

Both of us sat for the lunch.

I knew that first thing he would taste would be ‘’Boorelu

I did not lift my head from the plate.

After taking the first bite, he screamed. I controlled my laughter.

“What is this? Is it Boorelu?”

“Yes it is!”

“But it is not sweet. It is salty”

“Yes it is savory bure” I said calmly.

“Boorelu will not be salty”

“I invented this savory Boorelu and also going to upload the recipe on youtube for diabetic people”

“This is cheating”

“No this is not cheating, it is ‘taking revenge’. Had you been a good boy and not eaten so many sweets that night, you could have enjoyed real bure now”

So that’s how I took a ‘sweet’ revenge against my husband.

(P.S: That evening when he promised to behave like a good boy, I gave him one sweet Boorelu, I made in the morning.)