Sunday 12 April 2020

This is a day to celebrate

Today,
31 years ago, a little child was born. He was the world ❤️ of his parents then. He is my world now. 
What would a man do to impress a gril these days?
Buy a ring?
Give them roses?
Say them that he loves her every single day?
Put posts on Instagram, Facebook and WhatsApp every now and then on how she is important to him?
Buy them OnepPlus or Apple products?

My husband did all these too. But, I ll tell you detail how he did this in a realistic way.

He bought me a ring, where I felt secure and loved as in my mother's womb. He tries every single day to gift a diamond ring of love, by bringing our parents together, which is very rare trait in this era, where people want to move away from all the known, to be independent and free of all responsilities.

He gives in roses on my way, by helping me in my daily chores. I promise you, to every girl who dreams of red bouquet full of roses, for valentine's day, in this real life the sharing your work load at home and your professional stories and carrying your dreams as their own are much more important than the red bouquets.

He tells me that he loves me every single second. No, not in words. But in deeds. When he places my career over his, when he supports in shaping my dreams, when he forgives me for not wishing him happy birthday because I was very tired waking up in the middle of the night, he says he loves me. Every single second.

He gifts me the peace by being away from all types of Social Media. If we want to say, "I love be you", we say it on the face. If we want to fight, "We fight on the face and laugh about it at the end". WhatsApp fight are a history, since it's the worst way to put your emotions to the other.

To Praveen,
Thanks for coming in to my life. I want to celebrate 100 more brithdays with you. And forget to wish you on time. And apologize to you 1000 times on that day. 
Love you 
Happy Birthday 🎂🎈🎉.



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