Part 7

I have heard of many timeless love stories, read about some in fiction, viewed some such stories on the silver screen too. But the love that my parents carefully treasured for each other in their hearts is unparallel; it far surpasses all such fictive tales of love. It is a real life story and me and my brother were nurtured by that love; rather grew up under a very positive shade that their love and commitment for each other had created for us. That Diwali day when I had damaged that old toran mistakenly, I was extremely sorry for spoiling my mom’s fond possession. But once I learnt the secret behind that fondness; once I came to understand the intense emotion encapsulated in those few scribbled words from my dad, I too have started to value that toran as much as mom did. I have mended it and preserved it with care till date. It is now almost discolored and lies still in dad’s almirah. But each Diwali it is taken out from its safe haven and hung in the air just like it is used to be done in the past. Through that act I am able to relive those lovely days spent with my mom and dad. Even today when that toran is showcased I can easily notice a twinkle in the eyes of my father and that toran becomes a true symbol of love gliding gracefully in the air…

To be continued..