November 28, 2022
I once went to a party with my wife. It was a struggle to convince my wife, she refused a couple of times saying she was sick, she was tired and finally, she came out with the truth saying she did not have the right kind of clothes to wear. After convincing her and assuring her that she would look good in whatever she wore, she agreed.
That evening she selected a black long gown; she always wore black. I knew why.
She brushed her short hair and clipped it from behind. Applied a thin layer of cream and some lipstick and looked at the mirror, but without smiling, she walked beside me and sat quietly.
The party was an extravagant affair, the room was filled with a vivacious and happy crowd and all swaying to the beats of music. Exchanging the initial greetings, I found my gang, and leaving my wife behind I ran to join them. She sat in a corner, with a little wine in hand. After a couple of minutes, I glanced around to see her, she was busy chatting with a lady and I was happy she had found her company.
I continued the conversation with my friends and just then my best friend passed a rather sad remark. He looked at me, looked over at my wife, and said, what a pair. I knew he was sarcastic, but I chose to ignore him. He continued and asked me, how I was able to live with her, he told me you are tall, fair, and handsome, and look at her she is chubby, fat, and hardly pretty. He told me I still had time and that I could rethink my decision and choose someone pretty and fine.
I knew I could ignore him, but this time I had to speak up and bare my heart.
I gently replied to him:
Yes, sometimes I wish she was tender and slim. Sometimes my mind wanders away when I look at a pretty woman passing by, but I have tried a million times to convince my heart but it always chooses my wife again and again.
Every morning when I wake up to the smell of the brewing coffee and the aromatic breakfast, I don’t look at my wife’s figure or face, but I admire her patience and care.
Every morning, when she struggles and juggles to cook lunch for me and packs my tiffin, and rushes to work, I don’t admire the size of her waist, but I stand in awe of her dedication and her utmost grace.
Every evening when I come home, when I see the welcoming smile on her face, I forget all my pains and remember I have someone and no matter what I do, those efforts will never go in vain.
Every evening when I enjoy the sumptuous dinner prepared by her, I don’t usually stare at her bust but wander at the genuine efforts she puts in, every time she cooks a meal.
When I crash on the sofa and look around to find a neat and clean kept home, I don’t think about her slender legs but thank her for her hard-working nature and her trait of cleanliness.
When I am sick and tired, she wakes up every hour to check on me and comfort me. Then, I am not looking for a well-dressed model, but I am looking for her tender arms to wrap me around and give me warmth.
When at work I am dejected and my efforts seem to not bear any fruit, I am not looking for a night of hot sex. I am relieved and pumped when she listens to me patiently, comforts me, and assures me that my efforts shall never go waste.
When I wanted to pursue my hobbies and no one encouraged me when I felt lost in the crowd, my eyes did not search for a girl with a perfect jawline but searched for her tender face. Her motivation and push made me climb the ladder and try out even though in the past I failed.
When she treats my family like her own when she goes out of her way to help those in need and share. I do not worry about her curves but I thank the ones who raised her teaching her the morals of love and care.
When she pursues her hobbies relentlessly and makes a name for herself, I don’t sit and admire her well-shaped fingernails or well-kept hair. I stand and clap for her determination and amazing talent.
When she cracks her dumb jokes and makes me laugh when she passes her hand through my hair and caresses me when she sings loudly and cheers me up, when she sighs even at my slightest frown, that’s when I know she is the one.
At the end of the day, when we kneel down to pray. When we hold hands and dedicate our lives to the one above, that’s when I remember every day the vows.
I continued to tell him
The women you ridicule saying fat was not so before. The circumstances and the situations have made her so.
She is trying her best.
But however, she is, she is best.
Her body may or may not change
But what will not change is her heart.
Her perfect smile, her innocent look, and her tantalizing personality.
Her emotional stability to bear what come may,
Her spiritual ability to deal with everything with grace.
Her humility and simplicity are rare.
Her body may not be a perfect ten
But her attitude and personality are like none.
She is my wife, the one I adore
She is the woman, the mother of my children.
She is mine
Forever only mine.
Saying this, I looked at him and smiled.
I got up and walked towards my lovely wife. I held her close and planted a soft kiss on her cheek and strode away proudly. This time she walked beside me, with a few tears in her eyes and a bright smile.
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