A page of my life

Marriage has nothing to do with receiving It was all about giving😊my life has taught me to follow this and once I started adding the word adjustment and deleted the word expectations from the dictionary of life  I could say I was the most happiest person ever and ever 

So I myself was so proud of me for the way I been performing the role of a wife a mother a daughter a sister a banker an aunt 😊But yesterday my husband whom I always called Euthymic mood person scored 100%  and made me understand the fact that because of him that I am able to manage everything in style 

😍Thanknyou my neutral man for allowing me to play the game of life in  a s booming way from behind the screen

Yesterday was my achas birthday so I planned to go to my Aluva branch and thought of giving him a surprise visit to have pirannal Sadhya with acha 

But when another BM called me and told she has taken a client call at Tvm and have to reach there by 11 I just given yes to that without a second thought and without considering my health since for 3-4 days I was completely under meditation for fever cough and asthma 

While I opened the gate at 5.30 am and about to start the journey I have seen my husband watching me from the terrace I got surprised to see him awake at that time then he propound with n idea that if I failed to finish the last lap call me I will come and take you from there 

I just smiled at him but in my mind I was thinking why my husband is not having confidence in me …. Hmmm last lap …me….driving for past 22 years …so many thoughts flashed in my mind 

Reached the destination after driving for 210 kms met the minister and started the journey back by 2.00 pm

By the time my allergic cold and cough has aggravated and started hurting me intensively fever and headache too knocking my head 🥲🥲🥲😥

Some how manage to drive around 120 kms but still miles and miles to go ahead…

To my surprise my husband called and enquired my current location and since he is a person with selective mutism 🤭I thought he just wanted to forecast my arrival time 

 I started falling down and was not knowing what to do as my temperature was also increasing 

Again I got a call from

My serious husband asking where I am I told I have just parked my car and taking rest 

To my surprise he is standing on the front door asking me to give the keys 

love is more thicker than forget 

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet 

more frequent than to fail

🥹🥹🥹Thanks appa 

You been so serious to me that I thought am managing the show with my pure skills and trying to make everyone happy and leading a perfect life but the truth is you are the real hero who made me perform well from back of the stage ♥️


Daya Nair 

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