life scent

The molding letters that were on the car for the wedding were pasted on the bedroom wall by one of the children. On seeing it, Adi also said, "It's good... this room no longer belongs to anyone... a good symbol to remind us that everything is ours..." I was enjoying the mischievous look in her eyes as she said that. Even after a month, it has not been removed from there. I thought, 'What if it causes a stir if it is removed from there so quickly?' In the first days after the marriage, it may have been because of an excessive concern for the partner in the mind. So you should see to it that Adi does not have any problems. It's not a husband's duty… it's a lover's duty. The love inside me now she recognizes only as a husband's love... Let it sit as it is. Now there is no need to tell fairy tales and love. All kinds of freedom have been given to share love. Otherwise, what do you say? That the love was hidden inside for the whole five or six years...? Or about the love that was left unspoken because of the doubt that he would like her...? No... don't talk about it anymore... It can sometimes make him look like a coward. That is the general perception about works. They adore and love only those who openly express their love and express their love... However, there were many reasons why I never felt the courage to do so. What's the point of thinking about it? Getting a job as a bank clerk wasn't the only reason she came up with the idea. I also heard what Jyothishan Shankarapanikar said to his father when he came to talk about Adisree. "Money and titles are nothing, a good-natured boy is what Chandranpillai sir is looking for..." When the idea of the local chief's daughter came up, the mother also hesitated. "If all the children from the big house come, will they get along with us?" My sister gave me the answer I wanted to give. "You are a good-natured child... I know... I see Devika when she comes to her teacher to learn singing... She knows how to behave... There is nothing wrong with a child from a poor house..." It was then that I came to know that she had gone to study singing near her sister's house. Still good. I didn't even tell my sister that I loved Adi inside. On the day the marriage was fixed, I remembered the lines from the autograph written by a friend to a classmate who had lost his love when he was in college. "If you love something, just let it go... If you have love within you, if your heart beats for it, the love that flows out of you will give it to you... If not, take comfort that your love only had the life of a flower that withers in a day..." Then I got her because of my love... I convinced my mind that it was not work or family glory, but my love that gave her to me. It wasn't for anything else…just to make her love him more. I am loving her more and more every day because of such a hidden secret. But for the last two days I have been very unwell. Adi had asked that during a private conversation two days ago. "If I make a wish, will you grant it?" She was very happy when she asked. Beloved goes to ask for a wish for the first time... the joy of fulfilling it just like that, he agreed without doubting anything in the intoxication of what came to his mind. "Then let's say…" she still hesitated. I listened to Adi with great eagerness... “Would you write a story about me…? About love for me… a good story…?” In fact, the sky that seemed so long broke in an instant. What is this desire? I thought they would ask me to take them to show them the Neela Kurunji blossoms in Rajamala... or demand to buy something... I didn't remember that there would be such a need to carry on the habit of writing that I started while studying. But I agreed to keep the smile on her face. But the trouble starts when she remembers it again the next day without forgetting. Then Adi said one more thing. "Actually, I'm jealous... of the girls in the story Etan is writing... I've read something in the weekly..." I just hummed. I could imagine the possessiveness that suddenly arose in her mind, though it may seem childish. "I need it soon. A story written about the joy of a girl coming into life. All great writers have written about their wives. And what…?” “Yeah… no problem with that. Let's write something good…” I did not disappoint her. But anxiety was starting to spread in my mind. What should I write to satisfy her demand…? Thought a lot. Nothing came to my mind... Never had such a difficulty. Whatever comes to my mind, or something I see in my life, I wrote in my language. But never tried to become a professional writer who was searching for ideas. But in front of Adi's wish, he tried it for the first time. I have been trying to create a story that does not exist for a few days... but now I feel like a failure in my mind... “Etta… what is this…? Shouldn't you go to the office...?” Adi has interrupted my thoughts. I tried to laugh. "Are you thinking about what to write...?" A shock when she asked like a private. “Umm…” just hummed… “Go and take a bath, the tea is ready…” She turned and walked away as I rushed to start the day. During the rush of work and during breaks, I was looking for ideas for Adi. No idea was formed except that the mind was just restless. Sometimes when I was thinking like that in the office, Madam Sarojini asked, "Did you start thinking after the wedding?" They laughed when they were too late to answer. Along with them, some other employees shared in the laughter and told some jokes. I blushed when I realized that everyone was listening to me. Then he said something and tapped the wood. Days passed. Adi always tells about her wish. I kept replying without feeling resentful. I thought about the saying that the idea and the mustache are the same. Only if there is both will grow. She asked today. "Why didn't you write anything...?" "I'm trying for something good..." I said, but like the previous days, my answer didn't satisfy her. A frown appeared on her face. By the time I noticed it, she switched off the bed lamp and hid her face in the dark. Then as he lay down on my lap he said "I have heard that the love and affection of those who write something can only be seen in writing... You will not see it in life... Now I feel the same way..." Her hot breath hit my chest and I felt even hotter inside my chest. I don't know when I slept. He woke up hearing some movement. Adi is not around. She leans her head against the curtained window opening and looks out… Her eyes can be seen streaming in the moonlight. When I got up and went closer, she moved away. "Adi, what's wrong with you...?" Before she could finish asking, she burst into tears. she asked as she stood still. "I made a wish and it didn't work, did it? Even if you don't write a story, it would be enough if you write something just for me and read it to you...? What has been described about the mere stories... has anything been said about me, at least only to me...?” “Adi…” I was about to grab her but stopped. she asked, crying. “You don't like me do you? Married to…? I know I won't be as beautiful as the children in my cousin's story, but to calm me down... just to show some love... why don't you write something...?" "I feel very disappointed now... as if my brother has gone out of his mind... I can't... I have to go..." “Adi…” I held her tightly without resisting. "Etta... Brother...?" Adi shook me. When I let go she switched on the bed lamp. I am very sweaty. "Did you dream something...?" She asked with great trepidation. I quickly recovered from the shock. She took the water from the jar on the table and held it out… greedily drank the water and held her close. "What, Etta... Did I say something bad...? I just…” She put her hand on my chest. "It's throbbing... what's this...?" Holding Adi close I said, “It was beating for you… only for you… no one knew that it was beating for you for five or six years… now that you are on your own, when I saw in a dream that I would lose you…” Adi looked at me as if he heard something unbelievable… "It's true Adi... I was in love with you so much... without even once speaking properly, without smiling even once... and then when you said a wish, a mental pressure of not being able to fulfill it..." Adi's eyes filled with tears. "You didn't say anything to me and then...? I had enough…” She was crying. "If not, what can I write about you, Adi...? You are not my life… How can I see you with the lightness of a character…? " “Now I love you more than I ever did Adi… I can't remember you leaving even with a single word when I was on my own…” “Sorry Etta… I was just trying to show my possessiveness… Sorry…” "It's okay..." I comforted. "It was your love that made me say what I thought I should never say... Never again will a bad dream haunt me... and my beloved..." I straightened the thalimala that was wrapped around Adi's loose hair. He wiped the tears from his cheeks with his hand and held his head on her forehead. Then, with a mischievous smile on her lips, she said, "The greatest happiness is knowing when you feel a love that cannot be lost... I know now..." I held her close to my chest as if to join my soul and kissed her on the cheek.