I wrote this for Valentine’s Day highlighting conversations you might hear every day.
“We haven’t had a single argument in all these years you see, why should we? After all, we have tied the knot to live with each other in all circumstances,” she said.
“We enter a mall; he goes to the coffee shop. I enter a huge store. He doesn’t like shopping and my main agenda is to shop. Both of us are happy in our ways,” a friend of mine quipped.
“I’m such a chatter box,” said a cousin, “and as soon as I come home, I have to narrate the entire day’s story to my husband.
“One day I came in and not finding him on his favourite chair went looking and there he was, having his private time on the ‘seat’. I couldn’t wait for him to come out. I stood there in front of the closed door and narrated the incident. He guffawed at my story. This is our rapport.”
One more woman said: “Bah! I can’t stand him sometimes but he picks up my clothes from the laundry. Really sweet of him to do that, isn’t it?
“He drops by and picks me up from office too but he gets on my nerves for some small things at times, you know,” said another friend.
“Can you bring my clothes from the tailor?” she asked him. “No,” he replied. “Don’t I iron your shirts?” she asked. “He had to oblige with a grin you see,” she added.
An elderly couple who lived in the neighbourhood went for a walk every single evening. They would go together, not saying a word, but would smile at everyone who passed by. Surprised? This is true. The husband would then stride ahead, wait and open the garden gate for her. What a lovely gesture!
My father, in his younger days, would bring a string of jasmine flowers wrapped in a leaf, every time he returned from the market and would keep it on the counter outside the kitchen. My mother would dutifully wear them. No ‘thank you’ and no ‘you’re welcome’.
What can one understand by all these above incidents? Love, it comes free.
Asha Srinivas
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