We went for the honeymoon energy and had our first real fight of the trip over a strawberry stall. This is that story.
We went to Mahabaleshwar for the honeymoon energy and had our first real fight of the trip over strawberries. I’m not proud of it. I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen.
The setup was every “romantic hill station” cliché you can picture — except the reality was navigating a packed viewpoint with someone who genuinely, physically cannot stand crowds. The fight itself was small and, in hindsight, a little dumb: whether to wait forty-five minutes in line for the famous strawberry stall everyone photographs, or walk away.
We walked away. Found an empty roadside stall a few minutes down the road instead, strawberries just as good, zero queue. And somehow that became the better memory of the whole trip — not the fight, and not even really the strawberries, but the fact that we course-corrected together and it worked out.
Not every “honeymoon destination” moment is romantic while it’s actually happening. This one wasn’t. It’s still one of our favourites.
— Suparna