Love needs no words

Today was the day they met some fifteen years ago. And ever since that day they’ve managed to live with each other without even once telling their love towards one another. Yes, not even once.
In the times of today, when we are taught to speak up. Speak our feelings of love and anger this seems a thing of the past. A past where men never cried and women never left. But their love never felt the need to be told. It never knew the limitations of expressing in words. It was something they felt for each other. They never held hands, they never had romantic dinners, never exchanged greetings or cards. Money was a big issue then and time was a luxury they could hardly afford.
Still the little things that they did for each other filled their space with the warmth of love. Their children never saw them fight. The father was always respected because they saw their mother doing it. Mother was cherished because they saw their father doing the same. The first thing their father did every evening when he came back from work would be to ask about their mother. Mother worked too and the days she will come late, the man cooked a simple meal and waited for her to have dinner together. Children were cleaned and fed. And he would wait for her outside their home, worrying because those days mobiles didn’t come to the picture.
When he got late, the mother would put the children to bed. Finished her chores and wait for him. At whatever time be it, she would serve him hot food. They always had few hours to spend with each other and in those times he hardly spoke. She spoke and he listened intently. Sometimes she complained that he never paid attention but if she quizzed he would never score less.
The first time she fell sick, he got clueless. He spent sleepless nights nursing her and the other half just keeping a check on her. Then when the trips to the hospital got more frequent, he stood quiet. His whole world surrounded around her. He couldn’t let her leave her sight even for a second. The world around him was mourning the inevitable. Yet he didn’t shed a single tear. He became quieter with just one mission to better her pains. He would read her favourite books and watch her while she dozed off listening to them. Made her hair for her and fed her patiently. Even when she refused to eat, he would tell tales to divert her mind and feed her like you do to a toddler.
Only today, he bought her a new nightgown because these days she can wear only those. He went on his own and bought her favourite pink. Dressed her and made up her face, as best as he could. The children kept coming to see her and wish them. They bought gifts for her, everything she likes. But the woman couldn’t stop touching her nightgown, an ordinary piece of cloth. Her first gift from the man she loves. While the man never left her even for a second. To him the memories of their first meeting kept coming back. And the memories of many more followed that made their lives together.


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