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The Tombstone

She smiled back at the handsome young man,
Thus started, a beautiful love story !

Hi! 
I’m the parrot. I narrate this story. 


‘I love you’ said the young man,
The girl was waiting for this moment. 
They looked cute together. 

Love makes life beautiful. Isn’t it?

She smiled as he approached her, 
He embraced her in a loving hug. 
His presence made her beautiful and fragile. 


Or, is it making her weak and vulnerable?


Days passed, they got married.
She moved in with him, 
Everyday, she cooks, he kisses her on the forehead,
They leave for work.  

Wow! Love is caring for each other. 


[one day, I was picking up some twigs, heard a loud voice. It’s the man. He clearly seems frustrated with his work]


He was shouting at the top of his voice. 
Um.. the lady spilt coffee on his computer. 
She was sorry, clearly repenting on her carelessness. 
After all, she should be careful.

But, she never looked irritated. She must be perfect.

They bought his favorite car, and they had a baby girl, 
She had to leave her job, you know, she had to manage a lot. 
The lady never looked visibly upset. 

May be, love demands sacrifices!


They named their beautiful baby by his family name.
The lady looked happy caring for her cute little one.
They had visitors now and then, mostly his friends. 
She never had any. 

[The beautiful lady that I knew had so many friends]

May be, love changes a person. 

[years passed]
 
The handsome young man is the handsome old man now. 
She looks different too, got some wrinkles on her lovely cheeks. 
They hold hands and walk in the garden. 
They sit under my mango tree, she gives him hot coffee from the flask. 
They talk, they smile and it’s a delight to watch. 

Love is beautiful !

On a fateful day, she succumbed to her illness, 
They talked little about it.
He was sobbing, must be missing the love of his life. 

[ I rushed to the grave yard to have one last look at the lady I watched growing up. I looked up entire graveyard for the name of my beautiful lady. I could find one and confirmed it’s her tombstone.]

The epithet read  “ HIS WIFE” 



All this while, she thought, she’s building a castle of love for him. Little did she know, she’s building her own tombstone without her name on it!















 














 










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