That Unconditional Love
Achchan!(Father in Malayalam language)Tell me yours and Amma's( Amma means mother in Kannada and Malayalam language)love story. Please" 16 year old daughter Akshara asked her father Akash. Riya who was in the kitchen doing her daily chores gave a serious sight to Akash. Though Akash listened to Akshara's words, he pretended reading the newspaper.
" Amma, Achchan, tell me your love story " Akahara looked at Riya and requested but Riya angrily walked towards her room upstairs along with her son Aaresh.
Unable to find any response from both her mother and father Akshara frowned and went inside her room and angrily slammed the door.
Akash was covering his face from newspaper and was pretending to read it . The words that came out of daughter's mouth took him back to past memories. He walked to his room , took a letter from his cupboard and slowly walked towards Akshara's room.
Akshara was sitting angrily when Akash slowly knocked the door of her room .
" Akshara " , Akash called his daughter lovingly.
Hearing her father Akshara's face frowned and her eyes became as big as saucers. She stared at her father angrily widening her eyes. Akash was stunned for a moment looking at Akshara. The teen girl was doppelganger of her mother. Her eyes were carbon copy of her mother's eyes.
" Achchan, you didn't tell me your love story " Akshara's voice was raised.
" Ask with your mother tomorrow, if she doesn't tell you I myself will narrate you our love story." Akash smiled and secretly pushed the letter in his hand under Akshara's pillow.
" I don't know all that , tell me your love story now itself . Please Achchan , I'm curious to know" Akshara pleaded her father.
" Go to bed my dear, it's already late night" Akash said slowly and offed the lights and left her room.
Akshara leaned to her bed. She removed the pillow and wore it over her head. Suddenly she was surprised to see a letter lying below the pillow. She took the letter and was once again surprised to see her father's handwriting over it.
" Aah!! This is Achchan's handwriting " she said and started reading the letter. It was written in the letter as follows,
" Dear Akshara, I was 17 then. My college was in Udupi . I had completed my schooling in same institution and was compelled by my parents to continue my pre university education there. During that time your mother had joined the college. She was first in S.S.L.C in the entire batch.
I was very naughty . I was notorious in college by my mischievous activities and was always scolded upon by principal and lecturers. My academic performance was also below average. However we all enjoyed in that strict college but your mother was always busy studying.
I was jovial. I spoke to everyone and made friends but I was unable to make friendship with your mother.She looked like a small teddy bear. Plumpy! She neither spoke to any boys nor looked at them. From the college route till reaching inside the class , her eyes only stared the ground. After getting into class she used to pick a book from her bag and start studying.
During language hours if lecturer was absent we were shown movies in audio visual room but your mother never came to the room with us instead she kept studying in the class room. When the bell rung used to run to the classroom and was always surprised to see your mother studying deeply. We used to comment at her saying she was a bookworm. Her hair was shortly cut . She had recovered from cancer lately and had joined the college. For the purpose of treatment she had lost her one year and she had done her S.S.L.C with her juniors. That is the reason why your mother is an year older to me . Oops!! Sorry . She is 6 months 20 days older to me .
Your mother always studied and came second in class. A girl named Swathi always came first in class. Your mother studied even harder to come first . She was such a studious girl yet she fell in love with me next year which I never imagined would ever happen.
To be continued.....
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