It was our wedding anniversary and I was getting ready to celebrate it, wearing the saree he had gifted me last night. I could hear my favourite song being played, even from my room. ‘He sure knows how to flatter me’, I smiled shyly.
As I walked down the stairs, I could sense his eyes on me even before he came closer to me.
We hugged and kissed as he twirled me once. I laughed out loud, but kept up with his contagious energy. We swayed more to our own rhythm than to the music playing in the background.
As we celebrated our 25 glorious years of togetherness, I could still hear my mom’s parting words when I had went against her wish to marry my love. “How would he take care of you? You can’t see and he is deaf and dumb! Mark my words, you would come back to me crying one day”.
We took care of each other, all right. He was my eyes, through whom I saw this world. I became his senses that he had missed and guided him through. We had our struggles, but our love never diminished.
As I swayed with him to the song he played only for my liking and I dressed up only for him to see, I could only wonder, ‘Can life get any more beautiful?’