“Eat something..” is the way to say I Love You ..

From the corridors of college canteen and Mysore campus  to the platform of airport .. they seemed to have come a long distance .. With one today leaving for searching her truth .. For finding her own identity not just  being called Mrs hota ..  Today on valentine’s day I went to see off one of the few friends I had made in SFO . she is a strong soul .. There was nothing except the glow of a warrior getting ready to sacrifice everything to make her own mark . but don’t doubt for a moment  her love for her husband ..whom she has left here alone . The tears in her eyes were not signs of weakness but the pain of getting away from her love .. She made a choice today ,a choice to fight the odds all alone and make her studies count .. Her long sleepless nights during exams matter ..but away from the love of her life ?! That is something  she had to bear .for some days ,or months may be ..

I have seen so many types of love .. But there’s is a special one ..They have been friends since they met ..and in love , well just minus 1 from the total days since they had met  🙂 . She takes care of him in a manner which is such a happy thing to watch ,her kind heart is full of love and respect for her Mr.


He loves her  with all his heart and all his world. look at his eyes ,and you’ll  know what I mean ..

Friends asked me what shall i gift td for valentine’s day .. I pondered for sometime ,but could not find an answer .  he had already what he needs and even more than that .if I try to surprise him with a something non tangible , I was not sure how it would end ..

So we had no plans .. Then I saw these two .. Saying bye to each other in the midst of thousand goodbyes , longing eyes and tear some hugs … She was smiling and she turned towards me and made a sign to me saying  ” eat something ” in the way while returning from airport ..

I knew then how much love she has in her heart .. Not just for her  husband but also for us ..

Love is not just in candle light dinners , or romantic drives .. Not just in diamond rings and expensive cars ..

It is in these small gestures .. These small signs of asking someone to have food when you know they are hungry ,when you know they won’t eat as they were upset  ..

Love is driving in early morning in a Sunday to see off your friend ..

Love is when your Mr . scolds you for packing the entire world while flying and waiting in anticipation that the airport authorities will charge you extra ..

Love is a kiss on cheeks and then laughing out loud ..

I know you would understand my dear friends..

Love is U  and him ,dear smita .

Happy V day .

About namrataTanmay

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