
When we were children, we all used to love puris. But as we could afford this luxury only once in a month. On that special day, my mom and grandma would prepare puris and aalo curry. Each person had a fixed quota of 5 puris each, not more not less. By the time our grandma and mom would start their dinner , ours would almost come to an end. Then Grandma would ask if any one would want another puri(from her share). I always would wonder how could she give away a portion of her share, when she loved it so much. Now I do the same to my sisters and most of my close friends. Whenever I get chocolates, I try sharing it with all of my loved ones. At times, I am not left with any for myself. Yet the satisfaction that I get out of sharing is immense.
Our Paati is used to waking up by 3 or 4 in the morning. As she has severe arthiritis, she walks with a walking stick and she had recently recovered from Dengue Malaria. Every time I would hear any sound in the night, I would wake up with a start and call out for Paati just to ensure that she is fine... And Paati used to tell me later in the morning that I had call out for her several times and sometimes I would not even remember! Even in my sleep I would be alert for her!!! That's what love is all about!
Our Paati is used to waking up by 3 or 4 in the morning. As she has severe arthiritis, she walks with a walking stick and she had recently recovered from Dengue Malaria. Every time I would hear any sound in the night, I would wake up with a start and call out for Paati just to ensure that she is fine... And Paati used to tell me later in the morning that I had call out for her several times and sometimes I would not even remember! Even in my sleep I would be alert for her!!! That's what love is all about!
When we have known our special someone for a long long time, the love for him/her matures. The love flows in our flesh and blood. It evolves from just being a physical attraction to a more meaningful relationship. A sharing hand at the kitchen... A partner while buying groceries and a help while doing our laundry... A bunch of carrots or a cup of curd bought just because they are my favorites... And the end of the day, a supporting shoulder to carry all our worries while we sleep in peace! I am glad that I found that kind of a love in him! :)
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btw..i am waiting for the photographs..u sent me only a few... :)
Hmmm... Actually I havent had time to upload any of the wedding pics... Once i am out of this current project, I will get some breathing space and that will be the right time to finish off this task! Thanks for your patience :)
how trueeee.. love this post!!..
Thank you Gayuuuu! :)
You're happy, and I'm happy for you. You understand love at all levels. And it's always good to be reminded of what a comfort love. is
Yes it Donna... What a comfort love is!!
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