She remembered the story of his patience and stubbornness. One winter night, they had little fight over the motives of lovers in a romantic movie. In the movie, the girl ran away from her home to live with the boy, without even consulting the boy. When she arrives at his place, he denied to accept her proposal of getting married and to settle down with her. She couldn’t go back to her home; she didn’t know how her family would behave. So, she started doing some menial labour at a yarn spinning factory. In this story, he took the side of boy saying that the boy did the right thing by denying her and sending her back home, as her parents would be worried. Then, when he saw her changing facial expression, he added the boy shouldn’t have made the rash decision of telling he to go away. She had said that boys are commitment-phobic and because of this very reason the poor girl had to suffer. She gave up everything to be with him. And he let her go. Now, how can one have faith in love? He said to her, the girl should have asked her. She said, what’s there to ask, when they both had slept together and promised to have the life together. The discussion went on. They had heated argument that other person was wrong. How often do you spoil your day or night because of good movie or story? But they did. He stormed out. She sulked inside their apartment. She thought he had gone to his friends’ place for sleep over. Sometime later, she got up, cooked dinner, ate and slept. She got up early in the morning and got out the apartment to get the newspaper, she found him crouched on the marble floor in front of their apartment. His ego and his soft heart were always in conflict with each other. And he could never be sure who his ally is, he told her often.