Two people came together and became one. They started their life with some Promises, which will make their life a beautiful journey.
They are two different persons but they know that they are incomplete without each other. Their completeness belongs...
"Yeah, you are right. Mom did this. She brought this set off T-shirts and same Capri pants" he smiles.
"Oh" I am sure my mouth is still forming 'O'. I shut my mouth quickly. she did couple shopping for us, It's cute.
Though he is wearing sweatpants but still our T-shirts are same. He is looking handsome like always and I am, I'll never suit him. A taller beautiful, hot type model girl will suit him.
Why? god why didn't you make me beautiful like models. Now this poor handsome boy is suffering.
I doubt that he is suffering, he seems pretty cool with me, doesn't he see our height difference?.
May be he doesn't mind that!
Yeah, true or he would had rejected me in start only. This conclusion gives me relief.
"It's cute though" I say.
He smiles but doesn't reply.
I walk in the room "are you busy?"
"Little, it's almost done" he says looking down at his laptop.
I take that time to see around. I had been in this room before but didn't checkout it. A king size bed, blue color's bedsheet is on. Cupboard, couch, dressing table, night stand everything is here.
There is a photo of Om with his parents on night stand. My eyes move to wall.
There is a painting on wall, A woman who has baby in her arms and from down side the same woman when she gets old she is in the arms of that baby who is now big boy.
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It's beautiful how in this painting the artist had shown love and it's true meaning. It's beyond words how beautifully the artist had described the meaning of love in just one painting.
People have their own view about love, but in real sense caring is, it's first step, to show love and in this painting, love is described as care.
"Done" his voice breaks my trance I look at him and find him looking at the painting. He followed my gaze.
There is some emotions in his eyes like this is more than just a painting for him.
"It's beautiful, how the artist had shown just in one painting the feelings which are difficult to describe in thousands words too" I say.
He turns and replies "yeah, it's beautiful as beautiful as the emotion of care, LOVE"
Papa always says if a person cares for you than it's very strong sign of love. It can be any kind of love, friendly, brotherly, motherly or that special love which everyone has for only one person.
I am glad he sees love in same way just like Papa and me.
"I am sorry, I slept in car. I guess I was so tired" I say thinking about how did I end up in bed?.
