Dear Friends,
Here is a lovely story I came across, a touching story that tells us something about love and life. Our expectations can be a mismatch if we are not ready to listen and understand.
My husband is a software engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature and the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I have to admit that I am getting tired of it. The reasons I loved him before have now transformed into the causes of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to relationships and my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity and inability to bring romantic moments into our marriage have 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, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally, he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody 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 tomorrow..."
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 handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes...
"My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but... please allow me to explain the reasons further...
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 in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have 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 clip your nails and remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the glow on your young face...
Thus, 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 fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed 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 in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form...
Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE
So what are you cribbing and complaining about in life... find the best in your partners, appreciate, and acknowledge it... today... now.
Courtesy,
Shabbar Suterwala
From India, Coimbatore
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746Here is a lovely story I came across, a touching story that tells us something about love and life. Our expectations can be a mismatch if we are not ready to listen and understand.
My husband is a software engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature and the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I have to admit that I am getting tired of it. The reasons I loved him before have now transformed into the causes of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to relationships and my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity and inability to bring romantic moments into our marriage have 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, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally, he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody 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 tomorrow..."
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 handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes...
"My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but... please allow me to explain the reasons further...
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 in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have 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 clip your nails and remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the glow on your young face...
Thus, 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 fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed 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 in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form...
Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE
So what are you cribbing and complaining about in life... find the best in your partners, appreciate, and acknowledge it... today... now.
Courtesy,
Shabbar Suterwala
From India, Coimbatore
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That is a fantastic story... and very touching. If only we can learn to recognize the true love out of the so many fake things surrounding us every day, life would be so beautiful.
Thank you for sharing such an insightful story with us.
Regards,
Gaurang
From India, Mumbai
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Thank you for sharing such an insightful story with us.
Regards,
Gaurang
From India, Mumbai
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Good story by Mr. Sardhar after a long while......
But Mr. Pankaj, this story is for the couples, not only for the women. It is especially for understanding between the couples. The ratio doesn't matter, and if we talk about the actual ratio, so from this story, male partners have more to learn and apply it in life.
Regards,
From India, Ahmadabad
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But Mr. Pankaj, this story is for the couples, not only for the women. It is especially for understanding between the couples. The ratio doesn't matter, and if we talk about the actual ratio, so from this story, male partners have more to learn and apply it in life.
Regards,
From India, Ahmadabad
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Dear Friend,
This story is truly touching, and I believe every word that the husband wrote for his wife. That is the true love in life. The others are merely a facade. Thanks for sending this across. I will be sharing this with my dear friends and my husband as well.
Regards, Manasi.
From India, Bangalore
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This story is truly touching, and I believe every word that the husband wrote for his wife. That is the true love in life. The others are merely a facade. Thanks for sending this across. I will be sharing this with my dear friends and my husband as well.
Regards, Manasi.
From India, Bangalore
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Irrespective of man or woman, this is an anecdote for all to read and understand. I don't think only married people should read this. The eligible unmarried individuals should also do the same to understand the evolution that occurs after marriage. This understanding may help them avoid the heartaches and concerns that might come to mind someday.
Regards,
Gouri
From India, Pune
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Regards,
Gouri
From India, Pune
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Hey, this story is really nice! But why only for the married? In fact, unmarried individuals who have huge expectations from the unseen one whom they have to get married to should understand that there is a lot more that lies beneath the cold expressions that sometimes overpower relationships.
Something that I learned the hard way is that, "When you don't get what you like, then start liking what you get."
I hope that life gives all of us a chance to get the love and understanding we deserve because desires are in plenty, but what we deserve is something that only the one above knows.
Love,
Aabha 😃
From India, Mumbai
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Something that I learned the hard way is that, "When you don't get what you like, then start liking what you get."
I hope that life gives all of us a chance to get the love and understanding we deserve because desires are in plenty, but what we deserve is something that only the one above knows.
Love,
Aabha 😃
From India, Mumbai
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