I was sharing
something with my wife, during one of the dusk in spring. She didn’t say
anything in response. She always listened to me, but never replied. Was she
angry at me?
No, she loved me and wanted to talk with me. But she couldn’t,
because she was dumb.
That day I asked her
“Do you really love
me?”
She tried to answer,
almost forgetting that she was dumb, but she couldn’t. The silence covered the
whole house for a moment. I didn’t talk and she couldn’t talk. Her eyes were filled
with tears. Even I couldn’t resist the
emotions, we both cried. I hugged her and placed kiss on her chin. She was
convinced after some time and stopped crying.
“I am sorry for asking a stupid question”. I said.
After hearing my
words she went to the desk and wrote something. She lifted the paper and showed
it to me.
“I was not crying for my dumbness, I was crying because a
good husband like you has not got a good wife.”
“Who said you are not good? You are the most wonderful
person I have got in this world. I love you the most because you never
negotiate me. You always listen to me. “I said.
“Listening to you is the best thing I have got in this
world.” She wrote.
Her words were so innocent that I couldn’t speak back. I
forced myself to speak because she likes to hear me. After that I never stopped
talking when she was around. The best
dusk I have spent with my wife passed away slowly. The sun settled comfortably
in the west.
Now, after
thirty years of that dusk in the spring, she is not in this world. But I didn’t
stop talking. I feel that her soul is always beside me. Before, she was with me
for few hours of the day, but now she is always with me. People call me crazy,
because I always speak and she loves to hear me.
