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Saturday, November 5, 2011

A Touching Story For Married People ~ UnknowN Author


My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him


for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling 


when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years 


of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I 


would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The 


reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed 


into the cause of all my restles...sness. I am a 


sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it 


comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for 


the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for 


candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack 


of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic 


moments into our marriage has 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, seems to be in deep 


thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.


My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even 


express his predicament, what else can I hope 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 to 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 the 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 to clip your nails,and 


help to 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 colour of flowers, just like the color of 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 on reading…
“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please 



open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and 


fresh milk…


I rush 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 very small and cheeky forms, it has never been 



a model, it could be the most dull and 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 our life… Love, not words win 


arguments…


from the face book of Chithra Sakthi Patil


Anonymous Anonymous said...




This is absolutely amazing! Saved my marriage!

God bless the one who shared it!

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November 7, 2011 5:39 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

? too long. lost it half way
November 9, 2011 4:42 PM

Laugh ! It is good for health


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Blogger sury said...




super fine

subburathinam
November 7, 2011 9:02 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

har har
November 9, 2011 4:43 PM

Petrooooool


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