Colors Of Life
This story is for people who try to run away from their colorless relationships instead of coloring them and sometimes we are slow to realize that it is better to start new relationships or color them in old relationships. Fill in ...? The decision is in your hands, but don't let it happen in time and leave your hands empty forever.
We are deceived even when we know when and where life is deceiving us and when the mind gives us a return ticket, we have lost a lot. It was morning time as usual. The whole focus was on decorating the plates and my eyes were fixed on her face. I gently held her hand and she was shocked. "I want to say something important to you" She sat quietly in a chair, her eyes fixed on the table, but she could feel the pain rising from them. For a moment, my tongue was locked, but it was important to tell her what was going on in my mind.
"I want to divorce you " My eyes narrowed, contrary to my expectations, he did not express any surprise or concern, just asked in a soft tone "Why ?" I ignored the question. He loved my attitude. She threw the spoon on the floor and started running, saying, "You are not a man."
We didn't talk to each other all night, she kept crying, I knew it was important for her to know what happened to our marriage. I didn't have a satisfactory answer to give him, what would tell him that someone else has taken his place in my heart, now I have no love left for him, I was so sorry for him and a There was also remorse, but now I had to stick to what I had decided, before submitting the divorce papers to the court I handed him a copy of which it was written that he divorced After owning 30% of the house, car and my personal business, he glanced at the papers and the next moment tore them to pieces and threw them to the ground, the woman with whom I had lived ten years. She became a stranger in an instant. I was sorry that he wasted his precious feelings and precious moments on me, but what could I do? Someone else had settled in my heart to such an extent that the idea of losing it was impossible for me, It was shattered and shattered in front of me. There were tears in his eyes. Maybe that's what I wanted to see after this divorce. The next day, when I arrived home exhausted from my new love, she was busy writing something on the table, I noticed something. Didn't give up and fell asleep on the bed as soon as I left.
Late at night when I opened my eyes she was still writing something, still I didn't ask her any question, when I woke up in the morning she divorced Put some of the terms before me. He did not want any of my wealth and possessions. She just wanted to be with me one more month. In that one month we had to live like a good couple. The biggest reason for this condition was our son who was going to have exams in a few days, his parents' divorce did not affect his education so I was quite ready to accept his condition, his second and The stupid condition was that I should carry him in my arms every morning and leave him at the door. As I used to do in the early days of marriage, when she started going out to work, I would pick her up in my arms and leave her at the door. Although I was not ready to accept this, but in these last days it did not seem appropriate to break his heart, so I accepted this condition, about his conditions when I was new. When he mentioned it with love, he laughed and said, "Whatever he does, one day he will get a divorce."
My wife and I never mentioned our divorce to anyone else. As a matter of fact, the first day I had to pick her up and drop her off at the door, those moments were very strange for us. Hesitantly I picked him up and he closed his eyes too. There was an echo of applause in both of our ears, "Daddy has picked up Mimi hahaha" Our son was swaying in joy. Her words made my heart ache and my wife's condition was almost like mine, "Please! Don't tell her anything about divorce" she said softly, Nodded in response. Leaving him at the door, I walked out to my office and he walked to the bus stop, the next morning it was a little easier for me to pick him up, and he was less hesitant. He put his head on my breast. After a while, the scent of her body hit my senses. I began to examine it carefully. The deep wrinkles on her face and the silver in her hair were a testament to the fact that she had lost so much in this marriage, four more days passed, when I put her arms around my chest So the closeness between us that was lost somewhere began to return. Then with each passing day those feelings of closeness increased Moments flew by and the month was over I was getting ready to go this last morning and She spread her clothes on the bed and was worried about what to wear today. Because all the old clothes were starting to open on her thin body. It was then that I realized how weak she had become. Maybe that's why I picked it up so easily. Not wanting to see the pain in his eyes, I approached him and put my hand on his shoulder, "Daddy! Take Mimi out for a walk." I had to somehow entertain her mother. My wife turned to her son and hugged him.
Thinking that this moment would not weaken me, I turned away. The last time I picked him up in my arms, he also wrapped his arms around my neck. I held it firmly. The day of the wedding began to revolve before my eyes when I first picked her up and brought her home and promised that I would hold her to my chest like this every day till my death. My footsteps were probably off the floor at the gym, so I barely made it to the door. As I lowered it, I whispered in her ear, "Maybe there was a lack of closeness between us." She looked me in the eye and I left her there and headed for my car. While driving at high speed, a fear was constantly building in my heart that I might get weak and change my mind. I braked at the door of the house where the new floor was waiting for me. The door opened and she came to me smiling, "Forgive me. I can't divorce my wife." The words that came out of my mouth were nothing short of explosive for her. She came to me and put her hand on my forehead and said, "Maybe you are not feeling well or you are joking", "No! I am not joking. Maybe our married life has become colorless. Yes, but the love for him is still alive in my heart. It just so happened that we forgot everything that was necessary for him. Although late, I have remembered everything. And I also remember the promise to be with him. I did it on the first day of the wedding. "
After breaking each new bond, I returned to reconnect the old one. I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand, which said on the slip, "Every day I will pick you up in my arms and drop you off at the door." Only death can stop me from doing this. ”I entered my house and started running up the stairs. I had the greatest gift of life to give to my wife when I was a few moments away from her then the strings of life slipped from her hands By the time she was battling cancer, she had lost. He never mentioned his troubles to me, nor did his busy life allow me to ask him. When she needed me the most, I was looking for love in someone else's heart she knew she didn't have much time. Lest the effect of divorce before his death sow the seeds of hatred for me in the heart of our son. So in the last one month, she has portrayed me as a very loving husband in front of her son. What was not real but became permanent, This story is for those who try to run away from their colorless relationships instead of coloring them and many times in understanding it. Do we delay that it is better to establish new relationships or to fill old relationships with color ? The decision is in your hands, but don't let it happen in time and in this delay your hands will be empty forever.
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