Today in the morning my cucu alarm got late and i was woken by another one.braying sound near my vicinity .by the time sunshine reached its best,the quarrel got worst.
Young couple were fighting because it was February 14th and none of them got each other gifts.
Such a megalomaniac generation,just because it is February 14th ,you need gifts,you need love?
seeing them i went down the memory lane and recollected my love
moments 60 years ago.I don't know whether in that age saint valentine had his clout or not!
Late Mr Mathur,my husband and i seemed to have valentine day,every time we were together.
Every time i served him tea and newspaper it was a valentine moment,
Every time he helped me in my household chores it was a valentine
moment.
May be life then was not that busy.Gadgets and gizmos didn't occupy much of our time.space.mind.
Once i asked Mr Mathur "even when i am 60, would you still love me"?
"Mrs Mathur " he said
"No ,god sent me here to practise polygamy".
and then he held me tight around his well build arms.His eyes were flooded .His silence was loud enough to tell me ,how dare you ask me such stupid question ?
For us that was our valentine moment .His sense of humour outwitted every tumult in our lives.Even if he criticised me he did it so euphemistically that i never understood ,whether it was a criticism or appreciation.
While Mr mathur was taking his last breath, he told me not to cry,though he knew i would.He said don't depend on kids.Let them enjoy their life and space,you enjoy your own.Spend your time in finding valentine moments like feeding the birds,enlightening the people around you and other lovely things.
His last words left me in dilemma,whether to cry or to laugh.With
naughty smile he said"Mrs mathur,i didn't complete the task god sent me for",remember polygamy!
With my lumped throat and heavy eyes i said"Mr mathur ,you would be survived only by your one wife,just me".
And then we held each other together,cuddling each other to death.
One moment we laughed together and the other i was left alone.Looking for the hands who would wipe out my tears,but found none.
my children,my friends though consoled me.
Their words were not as genial as his.
Their love was not as beautiful as his.
Later in the evening, i was feeding pigeons ,my students also left the house. I could feel the calmness back in the vicinity,however i could still notice black moons under the girl's eyes and the compromising face of the boy.
Seeing them i thought where is the love we have lost in this valentine day's celebration?
These young people might not understand each others worth right now.but when material things would no longer serve them.
When care will replace the cake.
When food will replace the feast.
then they might.
At night i went under the sky and one star among the million shone the best.I knew it was Mr Mathur.
I closed my eyes and said "I love you Mr Mathur ".Your generosity still outshines millions.
Just as someone says
THERE IS REAL LOVE.JUST AS THERE ARE REAL GHOSTS.
EVERYONE SPEAKS OF IT.
BUT FEW PERSONS SEE IT.
and lucky i am to qualify among those few persons.
Young couple were fighting because it was February 14th and none of them got each other gifts.
Such a megalomaniac generation,just because it is February 14th ,you need gifts,you need love?
seeing them i went down the memory lane and recollected my love
moments 60 years ago.I don't know whether in that age saint valentine had his clout or not!
Late Mr Mathur,my husband and i seemed to have valentine day,every time we were together.
Every time i served him tea and newspaper it was a valentine moment,
Every time he helped me in my household chores it was a valentine
moment.
May be life then was not that busy.Gadgets and gizmos didn't occupy much of our time.space.mind.
Once i asked Mr Mathur "even when i am 60, would you still love me"?
"Mrs Mathur " he said
"No ,god sent me here to practise polygamy".
and then he held me tight around his well build arms.His eyes were flooded .His silence was loud enough to tell me ,how dare you ask me such stupid question ?
For us that was our valentine moment .His sense of humour outwitted every tumult in our lives.Even if he criticised me he did it so euphemistically that i never understood ,whether it was a criticism or appreciation.
When we had children and life got busy.Still we managed to talk and share.He was like red wine the older he got ,the better was his wit and richer was his love .But it seemed heaven needed all its traits ,that's why took away my red wine before i tasted it at its best.
While Mr mathur was taking his last breath, he told me not to cry,though he knew i would.He said don't depend on kids.Let them enjoy their life and space,you enjoy your own.Spend your time in finding valentine moments like feeding the birds,enlightening the people around you and other lovely things.
His last words left me in dilemma,whether to cry or to laugh.With
naughty smile he said"Mrs mathur,i didn't complete the task god sent me for",remember polygamy!
With my lumped throat and heavy eyes i said"Mr mathur ,you would be survived only by your one wife,just me".
And then we held each other together,cuddling each other to death.
One moment we laughed together and the other i was left alone.Looking for the hands who would wipe out my tears,but found none.
my children,my friends though consoled me.
Their words were not as genial as his.
Their love was not as beautiful as his.
Later in the evening, i was feeding pigeons ,my students also left the house. I could feel the calmness back in the vicinity,however i could still notice black moons under the girl's eyes and the compromising face of the boy.
Seeing them i thought where is the love we have lost in this valentine day's celebration?
These young people might not understand each others worth right now.but when material things would no longer serve them.
When care will replace the cake.
When food will replace the feast.
then they might.
At night i went under the sky and one star among the million shone the best.I knew it was Mr Mathur.
I closed my eyes and said "I love you Mr Mathur ".Your generosity still outshines millions.
Just as someone says
THERE IS REAL LOVE.JUST AS THERE ARE REAL GHOSTS.
EVERYONE SPEAKS OF IT.
BUT FEW PERSONS SEE IT.
and lucky i am to qualify among those few persons.
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