After my recent heartbreak, I had lost all faith in love. In past, I had always been practical and logical kinda person. Now my practical mind overlapped my emotional self again. Not that I became hermit, just now I have less belief in love when it came to realities. Especially when it came to our beloved country where marriage is a proper business without any content of love or emotional stuff. Howsoever, recently I saw something which changed by belief.
I was at station waiting for my train which as usual in UP was late(#frustated). Avoiding super dude's of UP's lustful looks I was trying to look in every other possible way. In that process I saw poor family sitting on the platform floor. Man was chewing tobacco and woman was sitting beside him holding her baby of not more than a year old. Woman was so thin and small, I guess she was younger then me. She had her "ghonghat" covering her entire mouth in the scorching heat of June There child was crying probably due to hunger and heat. Woman was trying to soothe the baby by singing some folk song slowly. I really felt so pity while watching them and immediately developed hatred for the man as what kind of man he was. Why didn't he take care of the kid as woman seemed troubled alot. I always use to hate this mentality that its responsibility of woman only to take care of kids. I looked at that man in hatred that he had the money to chew his tobacco but couldn't provide food or comfort to his own child as if its none of his business. After 5 min, I saw the man going to vendors stall near by. Out of curiosity I also went there and pretended to buy something when I over heard something which gave me a huge shock. That man was requesting the vendor to give him some milk for the child and in return he would do any work he would say. He was literally begging the vendor that he is very poor and he only need this milk for his child and wife, not for him. Vendor was busy with his customers and without even listening to him took him as beggar and pushed him outside cursing him. The man looked him in pain and started to move towards his wife with disappointment.
I was so ashamed of myself that without even knowing the truth I made judgment. This man may not be able to express his love for his wife and children in words or show his care explicitly. But it doesn't means he doesn't cares. He doesn't even bother of his hunger, all he though was of his wife and child's needs.
I was stunned after watching that. My whole concept of love hardly exists when reality stikes was moved.
Love is not to send flowers and chocolates, talk 24 hr a day, roam around and everything, its the feeling of belongingness and responsibility and to be there when it actually counts.That man taught me not to judge what it is from outside rather to see real people in there small actions not portrayed by words. Its not love if it gets shatterred by realities of life.....but when all the conditions are adverse and still people care of their families and children and their loved ones ..not in words rather in smallest of actions..There exists love in unspokable form..in its most divine form.
@FaithInLoveRestored.
