That Unconditional Love 3

When I went back to Karnataka I was 25 years old . I thought that she might be happy with any other guy but as soon as I met her she hugged me tightly saying my name with full of tears in her eyes. Once again she pleaded me to love her. She had waited all the way long till there only for me.

She is an artist who is able to sketch anybody's picture accurately. But still she used to draw cartoon pictures of me and her  during degree days. Those pictures are there in the cover of the letter."

Akshara observed the pictures keenly that she had already removed from the cover. In the first picture her mother was in college uniform and was holding her father's hand smilingly.

Seeing the second picture Akshara laughed loudly. In that picture her mother was holding her father in her arms and heart symbol was on her both eyes and there was a broad smile on her face that touched both her eyes.

" Oh Amma!! You loved Achchan so crazily. Now I realise why you didn't tell me your love story" Akshara laughed loudly.

In the third picture Akshara could see two cartoons holding each other's hands but she noticed that in all the pictures her mother was smiling at her father but her father looked angry. In another picture her mother was kneeling down giving a flower to her father but on the other side of the paper there was a picture of her father throwing the flower angrily to which her mother was weeping. Akshara was surprised. She said " Then how did you both get together ?!" . Again she continued reading the letter.

" When she sketched those pictures she was of the age 20 , 21. Some other pictures were sketched by her when she got married to me that is when she was 27 years of age. When she was in degree she sketched a lot of pictures like this and sent me and also uploaded them in the social media. All my friends got to know it was me who was in the pictures and they used to tease me. Everybody thought that we were a couple. I was always annoyed at her childish behaviour. At times I & my friends wondered if she was mentally abnormal.

She was in a dream world where I too was in love with her. But in that world I was a boy with attitude like she wished but in real I was a practical boy which she was ignorant about. She had drowned in her world of dreams. She didn't wanted to realise that I was not like what she dreamt about me everyday. She had given me even more poems, Valentine gifts, my portraits which are under your cot in a big box. She had given me countless gifts.

Even after returning from Kerala after so many years her love for me hadn't reduced. Until then I was in relationship with lot of girls but she was only waiting for me. I felt pity for her and I wondered if she would spoil her life waiting for me. So I decided to marry her. The girl I loved was also married in the same year. Perhaps my heart came to her in quench of love? I don't know.

Our marriage took place lavishly in the collaboration of Kannada and Malayalam ceremony. In the entire ceremony your mother's face had bloomed like a flower. She was extremely happy. Like a traditional Malayalam bride your mother looked like an angel. I used to secretly stare at her when she was in college but that day I couldn't help noticing her in the presence of everyone. Seeing infatuation in my eyes for her beauty she was very happy. I wish I accepted her in her teens so that in that age she received all love that she needed. But I destroyed her that phase of life.

To be continued.......

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