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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 


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 


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 


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 


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!

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

from the face book of Vaidyanathan Sriraman

Blogger sury said...

super fine

November 7, 2011 9:02 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

har har
November 9, 2011 4:43 PM


from the face book of Mr. Vasudevan Krishnamoorthy