After the passing of Sumuki, Somashekar found himself in a lonely phase of life in Bangalore. He was now in his early sixties, and the void left by his wife's absence weighed heavily on his heart. Sumuki had suffered from various ailments for a long time, leading to frequent hospital visits and a decline in her overall health.
Their son, Abhi, had moved to the United States after completing his engineering degree. He had secured a high-paying job and married his classmate, establishing his own home far away from his parents. Abhi carried a burden of regret as he couldn't be present for his mother's funeral due to the timing coinciding with the peak of the COVID-19 second wave. It's important to note that Sumuki didn't succumb to COVID-19 but rather to her numerous pre-existing medical conditions.
Somashekar was a compassionate and caring man. He took it upon himself to ensure Sumuki received the best care possible. He had hired a nurse and a full-time maid to assist with her daily needs. Despite his age, he dedicated his time to overseeing her massages, administering medications punctually, and ensuring she had nourishing meals. Sumuki, in her own way, tried to maintain a cheerful demeanor so as not to burden Somashekar further. She cherished participating in family gatherings, always wearing a radiant smile, and often encouraged Somashekar to take her shopping and to the movies.
Their relationship was simple and traditional. They had never exchanged words like "I Love You," never exchanged gifts, and never indulged in fancy candlelit dinners. Their love was quiet but profound, anchored in their shared experiences and unwavering support for each other.
However, after Sumuki's passing, Somashekar felt the haunting emptiness in their home, with memories of his beloved wife everywhere he looked. In an attempt to find solace, Abhi extended an invitation for Somashekar to spend some time with him in the United States. Somashekar decided to take the opportunity to distance himself from the constant reminders of Sumuki in Bangalore.
Initially, Somashekar's stay in the United States seemed promising. He established a routine that involved helping his daughter-in-law, Rita, with breakfast, enjoying walks in the park, visiting the public library, and preparing dinner for Abhi and Rita. However, the atmosphere at home was tense and strained. Abhi and Rita rarely engaged in conversation, preferring to immerse themselves in their mobile phones. It was evident that something was amiss in their relationship, and Somashekar couldn't ignore the palpable discomfort.
One evening, after an agonizing silence, Rita finally broke the ice. Her words sent shivers down Abhi's spine, as he anxiously awaited her confession. Rita's nervousness was palpable, and she struggled to make eye contact with Abhi. She admitted, "Abhi, I haven't been entirely honest with you..."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, and Abhi's anxiety heightened. He couldn't fathom what significant secret Rita was harboring, and her reluctance to share it gnawed at his trust and love for her. Their once warm and caring relationship had cooled to the point where Abhi felt like he was living with a stranger.
Rita continued, expressing her doubts about their relationship and how they seemed to have lost the spark that had once ignited their love. She lamented that their lives had become a monotonous routine of work and sleep, with little else in common except their shared space.
Abhi, stunned and unable to respond immediately, looked blankly at Rita. Their relationship was on the brink of collapse.
The following days saw an awkward silence persist in their home. Somashekar, sensing the growing chasm between his son and daughter-in-law, maintained a respectful distance and refrained from intruding into their personal lives. However, the oppressive silence in the house troubled him deeply.
As Somashekar prepared to return to India, he decided to extend an olive branch. He invited Abhi and Rita for a farewell dinner at a cozy restaurant, a place where Abhi and Rita had shared their first meal after marriage. It was meant to be an opportunity for them to reconnect.
Rita arrived early and exchanged nostalgic stories with Somashekar about the restaurant's significance. Abhi, arriving late due to work, joined the gathering. However, once they sat down, the familiar silence settled in, with both of them retreating to their smartphones.
Somashekar cleared his throat, drawing their attention. The restaurant's atmosphere seemed to dim as Somashekar began to speak, his voice a mixture of wisdom and genuine concern. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes conveying the weight of the words he was about to share.
"Abhi, Rita," he began, addressing them both with a sense of gravitas, "I want to share something with you, something that I've learned over the years. You see, your mother and I had a love that was built on simplicity, on shared experiences rather than grand gestures." He paused, allowing his words to sink in.
As he continued, his tone became increasingly heartfelt. "Love is a continuous journey," he emphasized, "it's not defined by fleeting moments or extravagant gifts. It's not about the occasional grand gesture, but about nurturing the bond you share, especially during the difficult times."
He looked directly into Abhi's and Rita's eyes, wanting to ensure they understood the depth of his message. "Love," he continued, "is like going to the gym. Imagine you work out every day. If you expect to see a change in the mirror every single day, you'll be disappointed. It's a long, gradual process. Just as you can't expect to have a fit body after only a week or two at the gym, you can't expect love to flourish overnight. It takes time and dedication."
Somashekar's analogy resonated deeply, and Abhi and Rita found themselves nodding in agreement. He then added, "And love is also like brushing your teeth. If you only visit the dentist once a month, you know what will happen to your teeth. Similarly, if you only express love through occasional flowers, gifts, or moments, it won't be enough to sustain a relationship. Love is a journey that encompasses the good, the bad, and the ugly."
The restaurant's soft lighting and cozy atmosphere seemed to cocoon the three of them in a bubble of introspection. He spoke with a gentle authority, his voice carrying a soothing cadence that compelled Abhi and Rita to listen intently.
Somashekar's gaze shifted between Abhi and Rita, each word carefully chosen to convey the depth of his message. "Physical intimacy and attraction," he began, "they're like the first blush of a sunrise, beautiful and intoxicating, but they do fade with time." He paused, letting the weight of his statement settle in.
"What remains," he continued, "are the care and affection that you hold for one another. It's the unspoken commitment to each other's well-being that truly sustains a relationship." As he spoke, the warmth of his own memories with Sumuki reflected in his eyes, a testament to the enduring power of love.
Somashekar leaned in a little closer, emphasizing his next point. "It's time to transition from 'my' to 'our,'" he implored. "When it comes to family and shared responsibilities, it's not about what's yours and mine; it's about what's 'ours.' The strength of a family lies in the unity and shared efforts of its members."
He looked around the restaurant, where couples sat engrossed in their phones, capturing fleeting moments for social media. "We live in a world," he continued, "where there's an obsession with portraying happiness on social media. People often chase the illusion of happiness, trying to make others happy through their virtual personas, while neglecting their own personal happiness."
The atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to shift, as if Somashekar's words had stirred something within each of them. Abhi and Rita exchanged a knowing glance, realizing the truth in what he was saying.
Somashekar leaned back, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "The physical intimacy, attraction, and initial fervor will inevitably wane over the years," he concluded. "What remains, what truly endures, is the care, affection, and the unspoken bond that strives for the betterment of life. Or rather," he corrected himself, "the betterment of 'our' life."
He concluded by comparing marriage to a marathon, emphasizing that the slower they paced themselves, the longer their love would endure. He candidly addressed the uncomfortable silence that had taken root in their home, urging them to work together, respect each other, and engage in each other's interests.
The words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the enduring nature of love and the effort required to maintain it. Somashekar's wisdom had a profound impact on Abhi and Rita. They realized that their focus on work and their physical separation had led to neglecting their emotional connection.
Tears welled up in Rita's eyes as she looked at Abhi, her heart heavy with remorse. Abhi, too, felt a surge of emotion. It was as if Somashekar's words had lifted a veil, revealing the essence of their relationship that had been overshadowed by their daily routines.
With newfound clarity, Abhi reached out and held Rita's hand, a small but significant gesture of reconnection. Rita smiled through her tears, and for the first time in a long while, their eyes met with genuine affection and understanding.
Somashekar's words had rekindled the flickering flame of their love, reminding them of the importance of patience, effort, and communication. As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed more freely, filled with shared memories and newfound hope. The atmosphere had transformed from one of tension to one of renewed commitment.
The next day, Somashekar flew back to India, unaware of Abhi and Rita's decision to divorce, which they had initiated. They moved into separate residences, each embarking on their individual journeys.
Somashekar, now residing in a retirement home in Coimbatore, found contentment in the company of like-minded friends. However, he couldn't help but feel saddened by the separation of two good people due to a lack of patience and communication. He remained in touch with both Abhi and Rita, hoping for their happiness.
After a year or so, Courier came with a wedding invitation as an unexpected surprise for Somashekar. He opened the ornate envelope with trembling hands and couldn't believe his eyes. The bride-to-be was none other than Rita. A wave of joy washed over him, and a smile spread across his face as he realized the significance of this moment.
Without hesitation, Somashekar booked his ticket to the United States, eager to be a part of this joyous occasion. His heart swelled with anticipation as he imagined witnessing the union of Abhi and Rita, a testament to the enduring power of love and the incredible capacity for growth and forgiveness.
As the day of the wedding approached, Somashekar's excitement grew. He couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought Abhi and Rita back together. It was a story of second chances, of two people who had once drifted apart but had found their way back to each other.
The wedding venue was resplendent, adorned with flowers and shimmering lights. Guests arrived in their finest attire, the air filled with anticipation and happiness. Somashekar stood at the entrance, a proud and beaming father, ready to witness this beautiful moment in his son's life.
As Abhi and Rita exchanged their vows, their voices trembled with emotion. Their eyes locked, and it was as if the universe had conspired to bring them back together. The love they had rediscovered over the past year shone brightly in their smiles and in the way they held each other's hands with unwavering commitment.
The ceremony was a celebration of love rekindled, a promise of forever, and a testament to the power of growth and forgiveness. Somashekar watched with tears of joy in his eyes as his son and Rita took their first steps together as a married couple again.
The reception that followed was filled with laughter, music, and dancing. Abhi and Rita's friends and family celebrated the couple's love, their journey of rediscovery, and the second chance they had been given.
You are amazing in your craft. I like the shades of love portrayed in this thought-provoking story. Although the parent is careful not to hurt the modern sentiments, he derives lessons from his simple and traditional life to echo love. It's beautiful.
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Beautiful story! This ought to be printed out and gifted to every newly wed couple: )
ReplyDeleteThat’s exactly my way of thinking
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