Wednesday, 22 May 2013

When, Love is....

Love is when after 33 years of marriage you hate each other for being senile,
At every second thing blame and call each other an oldie sextant,
But wake up at night just to give her medicines,
Just to switch off the bed lights and take his glasses from his nose,
Still give the softer part of chicken to him to chew easily and the sweet mango pulp to her to relish,
When sometimes you rub Iodex on her knees and when you stand up taking support of her shoulder,
When she frowns at your coughs but gives you medicine,
When you bought her favorite childhood ice cream cup at the time of night walk,
When you have nothing else to do but take out the mistakes and fight,
When you talk about your kids' childhood,
When she cries and you behave strong..
When your blood pressure goes up and so her heart beats..

When one day she is gone.. And you cry alone holding her saree..
When she is unable to breathe and miss your arms to hold..

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