A Special date
A Special Date
Rob was a little surprised when his wife Teena insisted that he take someone else – another woman – out to dinner. Not once in the 15 years, he had known her, had she said that. Teena said, “Rob, I love you a lot but this other woman loves you more and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman, Teena wanted to be his date, was his mother, who had been a widow for some 20 years, but Rob’s hectic schedule at work and his own family had made it impossible for him to visit her regularly.
That night Rob called to invite her to go out for dinner. “Are you well my dear?” she asked? Mrs Gomes was a woman who suspected a surprise invitation was a sign of bad news.
Rob answered, “Mom, I thought it would be nice to dine with you, just the two of us.” She thought for a moment, and then said, “That would be awesome.”
That Friday after work, Rob drove over to pick her up. When he arrived at her house, he noticed that she looked a little nervous about their date. She was waiting by the door, wrapped in her stole. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary with Mr Gomes, before they had lost him to cancer.
“I told my friends that I was going out with my son, and they were so excited,” she said as she got into the car. “They are waiting to hear how it went.”
They went to a restaurant that was elegant and snug. Rob’s mother took his arm as if she was Miss Universe. After they sat down, he had to read the menu as the print was too small for her. Half way, he noticed his Mom staring at him. She was smiling softly.“There was a time when I used to read the menu when you were a kid,” she said. “Mom, now it’s time that you relax and let me do it for you,” Rob responded.
During the dinner, they just talked and talked and time passed very quickly. He dropped her home and promised to take her out again.
Back home, Teena asked, “How was it dear?” Rob said, “Very nice, more than I could have imagined. Thanks for asking me to take Mom out.”
A few days later, his mom passed away. Some weeks later, Rob received a packet with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place his mother and he had dined.
A note said: “Son, I have already paid this bill as I wasn’t sure I could be there. Nevertheless, I have paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife whom I love very much. Little do you know what that night meant for me. I love you my son.”It was then that Rob, a father of two, realised the importance of saying “I love you!” in time. If only, he had spent more time with his mother.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Love needs no words – A love story
Love needs no words
Rita and Patrick had known each other ever since they were in school. It was not something that their parents liked. Rita’s parents said his family background was not that great and she would have to suffer if she married him. His parents said the girl’s family thought too much of themselves, having come into money recently.
This often spoiled things between the couple and made them quarrel. Rita knew how much Patrick loved her, but even then she always asked him, “Pats how much do you love me?”
Since Patrick was not very articulate, Rita would be very upset as he never used high-sounding words to profess his love for her. What with studies and family pressure, Rita would end up venting all her anger on him. For his part, Patrick quietly endured it in silence.
When they finally graduated, Patrick decided to go abroad and study further to improve his status and impress his in-laws-to-be. The last day, they met before parting, he proposed to Rita, “Sweetheart, you know I’m not very good with words. All I know is that I love you above everything else. I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I’ll try my best to talk them round. Will you be mine forever?”
Nothing could have made Rita happier. Patrick indeed loved her. She agreed, and by dint of Patrick’s determination, her family finally gave in. Before he left, they got engaged in a grand party thrown by Rita’s folks.
Rita, who didn’t want to study any more, started teaching in a near-by school. Patrick, on the other hand, did very well in his MBA course. But he missed Rita terribly. The only thing that kept him going was his love for her. After all, whatever he was doing was for a better future for both of them.
They sent their love through e-mails and phone calls, which burnt a hole in both their pockets. Though it was hard, none of them ever thought of giving up.
One summer morning, while Rita was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a truck that had lost control. She was rushed to a near-by hospital by the passers-by. When she regained consciousness, she saw her parents beside her bed. She was hurting very badly, couldn’t even mode her arms and her throat seemed strange. She was badly injured.
Seeing her parents crying softly, she wanted to comfort them. She opened her mouth – and to her shock – she realised that all she could do was sigh. She couldn’t talk. She had lost it. She has lost her voice……
According to the doctors, the impact of the accident on her brain had led to the loss of her voice. Her parents did their best to comfort her, but nothing helped – she broke down.
All she could do was cry silently – silence accompanied her emotions. Since Patrick’s exams had been on, he never tried to get in touch with her – a blessing in disguise. Discharged from the hospital, she returned to her home. Everything seemed to be the same – at least her parents tried to give her that impression. Patrick’s parents came to see her, but she refused to meet them.
She knew she had to take a very important decision. She had to sever all tied with Patrick. The ringing tone of the phone pierced into her heart every time it rang. She did not want Patrick to know. She did not want to be a burden to him. She mailed him that it was not possible for her to wait any longer and she wanted to move on in life. She was with someone else and they were mad about each other. To Patrick’s parents, she said the same thing and begged them not to tell anything about her accident to their son.
She also sent her engagement ring back to him. All Patrick could do from so far, was send millions of mails, letter and countless phone calls…if only she would listen, if only she would care, if only she would give them a second chance….he was ready to come back too…if only she would say so…say at least something. As for Rita, all she could do was keep crying….
Rita’s parents decided to shift base elsewhere, hoping she would eventually forget everything and start a new life. They shifted to a hill station and in the new environment, Rita started learning sign language. Being a bright girl, she learnt quickly.
Day in and out, Rita chanted just one thing – she must forget him and let him get on with his life. One day, she learnt from her friend that Patrick was back and was looking for her. She requested her friend not to tell him anything about what had happened to her. That was the last time, she heard of Patrick. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year passed and Rita’s friend Rosy came with Patrick’s wedding card. Rita knew that this was what she had hoped for, that Patrick would fall in love again, but she was shattered – he would no longer be her’s.
Slowly she opened the envelope. And to her bewilderment, she saw her own name in the place of the bride. She was about to Rosy what it meant, when there was a knock on the door.
Rita opened the door, and who did she see – it was her Patrick – as handsome as ever – standing in front of her. It was exactly as she had dreamt every night, even when she never wanted him to ever come back to her.
To her amazement, he used sign language to tell her, “The only reason you never saw me last year though I was back was because I have been busy. I spent the whole year doing just one thing – learning sign language so that I could be with you for the rest of my life. I want you to know that I’ve not forgotten our promise. I will be your voice. I Love You.”
Rita didn’t know what to say. Even her parents were dumbstruck. With that, Patrick slipped his ring where it belonged – back into her slender finger. There was so much Rita wanted to say, alas, it was beyond her. All she did, was smiled – she had not smiled ever since Patrick had left for his studies. Her love was for keep…it had come back to her…it was truly hers.
Love needs no words
Rita and Patrick had known each other ever since they were in school. It was not something that their parents liked. Rita’s parents said his family background was not that great and she would have to suffer if she married him. His parents said the girl’s family thought too much of themselves, having come into money recently.
This often spoiled things between the couple and made them quarrel. Rita knew how much Patrick loved her, but even then she always asked him, “Pats how much do you love me?”
Since Patrick was not very articulate, Rita would be very upset as he never used high-sounding words to profess his love for her. What with studies and family pressure, Rita would end up venting all her anger on him. For his part, Patrick quietly endured it in silence.
When they finally graduated, Patrick decided to go abroad and study further to improve his status and impress his in-laws-to-be. The last day, they met before parting, he proposed to Rita, “Sweetheart, you know I’m not very good with words. All I know is that I love you above everything else. I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I’ll try my best to talk them round. Will you be mine forever?”
Nothing could have made Rita happier. Patrick indeed loved her. She agreed, and by dint of Patrick’s determination, her family finally gave in. Before he left, they got engaged in a grand party thrown by Rita’s folks.
Rita, who didn’t want to study any more, started teaching in a near-by school. Patrick, on the other hand, did very well in his MBA course. But he missed Rita terribly. The only thing that kept him going was his love for her. After all, whatever he was doing was for a better future for both of them.
They sent their love through e-mails and phone calls, which burnt a hole in both their pockets. Though it was hard, none of them ever thought of giving up.
One summer morning, while Rita was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a truck that had lost control. She was rushed to a near-by hospital by the passers-by. When she regained consciousness, she saw her parents beside her bed. She was hurting very badly, couldn’t even mode her arms and her throat seemed strange. She was badly injured.
Seeing her parents crying softly, she wanted to comfort them. She opened her mouth – and to her shock – she realised that all she could do was sigh. She couldn’t talk. She had lost it. She has lost her voice……
According to the doctors, the impact of the accident on her brain had led to the loss of her voice. Her parents did their best to comfort her, but nothing helped – she broke down.
All she could do was cry silently – silence accompanied her emotions. Since Patrick’s exams had been on, he never tried to get in touch with her – a blessing in disguise. Discharged from the hospital, she returned to her home. Everything seemed to be the same – at least her parents tried to give her that impression. Patrick’s parents came to see her, but she refused to meet them.
She knew she had to take a very important decision. She had to sever all tied with Patrick. The ringing tone of the phone pierced into her heart every time it rang. She did not want Patrick to know. She did not want to be a burden to him. She mailed him that it was not possible for her to wait any longer and she wanted to move on in life. She was with someone else and they were mad about each other. To Patrick’s parents, she said the same thing and begged them not to tell anything about her accident to their son.
She also sent her engagement ring back to him. All Patrick could do from so far, was send millions of mails, letter and countless phone calls…if only she would listen, if only she would care, if only she would give them a second chance….he was ready to come back too…if only she would say so…say at least something. As for Rita, all she could do was keep crying….
Rita’s parents decided to shift base elsewhere, hoping she would eventually forget everything and start a new life. They shifted to a hill station and in the new environment, Rita started learning sign language. Being a bright girl, she learnt quickly.
Day in and out, Rita chanted just one thing – she must forget him and let him get on with his life. One day, she learnt from her friend that Patrick was back and was looking for her. She requested her friend not to tell him anything about what had happened to her. That was the last time, she heard of Patrick. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year passed and Rita’s friend Rosy came with Patrick’s wedding card. Rita knew that this was what she had hoped for, that Patrick would fall in love again, but she was shattered – he would no longer be her’s.
Slowly she opened the envelope. And to her bewilderment, she saw her own name in the place of the bride. She was about to Rosy what it meant, when there was a knock on the door.
Rita opened the door, and who did she see – it was her Patrick – as handsome as ever – standing in front of her. It was exactly as she had dreamt every night, even when she never wanted him to ever come back to her.
To her amazement, he used sign language to tell her, “The only reason you never saw me last year though I was back was because I have been busy. I spent the whole year doing just one thing – learning sign language so that I could be with you for the rest of my life. I want you to know that I’ve not forgotten our promise. I will be your voice. I Love You.”
Rita didn’t know what to say. Even her parents were dumbstruck. With that, Patrick slipped his ring where it belonged – back into her slender finger. There was so much Rita wanted to say, alas, it was beyond her. All she did, was smiled – she had not smiled ever since Patrick had left for his studies. Her love was for keep…it had come back to her…it was truly hers.
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