Wednesday, April 11, 2007

"Love" A reading from Times Of India

I read this article in times of india when i was staying with my room mates in bangalore. The actual rights goes to the author. Enjoy this article, you would definitely feel some thing if you read this completely...

My husband is engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when i lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, i would have to admit that i am getting tired of it. The reasons for me loving him before have now transformed in to the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. Myhusband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him ? Finally he asked me: What can I do to change your mind ?

Some body said it right:it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind--Let's say, I want a flower located On the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me? He said: I will give you your answer tomarrow... My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy hand writing, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door.

The note read: "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons furhter."This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading... "When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry infront of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore those programs and wipe off your tears.

You always leave the house keys behind, so I have tosave my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in the city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.

So Ican also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your face... So, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I could not pick that flower yet, and die..."

My tears dropped on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. I continued reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside, like everyday, with your favourite bread and fresh milk."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form. Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appers on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of the true love stands. And that's reason enough to live.

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