Myriad of Emotions: Love

Mukesh was asked to sit in the waiting lounge of the psychiatrist's private clinic, as his wife was subjected to electric shock treatment inside. She was suffering from some severe kind of "depression" which made her quite violent at times.

They had been married for more than 20 years now. But she hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time, she'd been a charming girl... very sweet-natured, all smiles all the while! And then life threw her a hand she couldn't deal with.

But he still remembered her the way she used to be many years ago. He still remembered how she cared. And he still loved her for all those zillions of moments in his life that SHE had made worth living!

Yes, now she did make life hell for him. At times, she said such awful things to him that hurt his heart like cold steel daggers. And that made him wonder - "How much must she be hurting inside to say such cruel things to the man she loves the most in the entire world?"

In one of her violent storms, she'd even "walked-out" on him and their home, saying she would never come back. He had simply gone to the terrace, noticed which way she turned after reaching the end of their lane, given her a few minutes to cool down, and then gone right after her, and brought her back home.

People often asked him why he didn't get a divorce, for she was becoming quite insane. But leaving her when she most needed him was simply unthinkable for him.

For him, love wasn't about looking pretty all the time, showering expensive gifts, or singing duets around the trees. Love meant giving the other person the freedom to be the best, as well as the worst, they could possibly be... while continuing to believe in them as they experienced this wide spectrum of their own personality.

No, he wasn't going to leave her, no matter what she said to him.

Old Couple In LoveThe doctor called him back in his chamber, gave him the prescription for his wife, and said he could take her home now. Mukesh walked up to her, placed one warm arm over her shoulders, and helping her up, said softly, "Come... let's go home now."

This is my first post for NaBloPoMo March 2011.

Link to the November 2010 NaBloPoMo: "Random Ramblings"

And here's more in Fiction!

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Roshmi Sinha said...

Nicely done. Only it is difficult to find such folks...

Kaddu said...

Hmmm yeah... in today's generation, it is rare to see such level of commitment.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Beautiful notion,
love is not always a garland of roses, its thorny too sometimes. And only true lovers can make it through, to the exalted shores.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Kaddu said...

B.A.: Exactly! :D
I'd been intending to use that thorn-rose metaphor too in my narration, but forgot about it at the time of writing the post! :p

Abhiroop Banerjee said...

in today's generation, it is rare to see such level of commitment
I reckon it was rare in previous generations too..

Chicky a.k.a. Kaddu said...

Hmmmm. Perhaps you are right.

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