My strange Love Story:Do we need words to express our love?
I m a simple and caring girl and a darling to my parents. Nobody believed that I will go against my parents to marry my longtime friend for religious differences: people wonder with our relationship as we are not similar in anything: I love to laugh aloud, chirpy and tomboy like where my husband likes women to be shy, talk less and behave self in crowd. I even wonder why I chose this person when he never talks to me like all lovers do.. tell me that im beautiful and mentions he loves me.
All the love I have found in him in his caring towards me: It started when we finished college and have to leave to a city to join new courses and for a job hunt. My father always believes that I am an independent girl and I could make things on my own: We all friends reached city and checked in to our hostels and settled in our respective courses: This was the time where I did not have my own mobile. I used to talk to my parents via my friends mobile. My husband, staying lil far from our (girls place) used to call my friend and we used to have long conversations.
I needed to go to my hometown for an important paperwork and return in 2 days: The transport was all filled as it was a weekend and I had to catch two local trains to reach the city: I informed my friend that there is no way of travel and I had to change two trains and then I will reach the city: My husband is unaware of my return date as I did not call him( I don’t want to raise suspicion to my parents as why im informing him)
The toughest part in the journey is not to reach the city , but from the city to the place I live: cos Im new to the city and I don’t know which bus to catch and which route to take: cos once we take a wrong route, it may take forever to reach our destination: I was scared to death thinking the travel form city to my place; I did not inform about my fear to my father as I don’t want him to be scarred too: slowly I got down the train at the city and walked to the exit route with the crowd , reading all the sign boards. I wanted to exit very fast and run to the nearest telephone booth to call him and tell him to pick me up from the station: Hence I walked real fast to the exit and there on the front exit I saw my husband waiting for me in the crowd: Im shocked to see him, as I did not even tell my friend of what train im catching and what my arrival time was… Also he never boarded a train , he used to travel by bus all the time: I was so happy that I have jumped to him and said thank you so much for coming .. Im about to call you from the station…. He said “… I called from the friend and realize that you are catching the train”. I enquired all the trains arriving from your place including the connecting ones and whenever any of this train is arriving, I just come to the exit to see if you are coming, even I miss you there in the line, I knew you will call me immediately upon getting out of the railway station:
I cant tell him how much I loved him at that moment: not because he waited for me form the morning to noon , not because he searched me in every train exit, not because he could not wait till I come to my place…………….Its only because he is the only one who felt I might be having trouble in reaching my place in the city as this my first visit to the city alone: and believing what exactly I was thinking; call him once I get out of the station
We never shared this experience and we never talked about it, but still I remember how special the moment was for me when I saw him at the exit gate: Its his way of expressing love for me and I love him for that: not all the feelings in the world needs to be told: some could be experienced with deep sense of love and gratitude
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