The Never ending Love.

I am at my parents place from last 4 days, and it makes me upset to think that I will have to leave in two days. I have a small family, sweetest mum 😍, adorable father, and a stupid brother😂. They are my world.

Today’s blog is about my parents.

Oh they are my first love ❤️My parents share a weird relation with each other, haha I say so because I am seeing them from 22 years ( I am 26, but the initial four years doesn’t count😆) so, I have seen them sharing a bitter sweet, sour, whatever the name is kind of relation. They quarrel, they fight and after an hour or so I see them talking to each other, like nothing happened. Whenever In the morning I see them not talking to each other, I know, they fought and till the time of breakfast my mum is cooking my father’s favourite food. They are funny, I never really understand their love or the relation they share..

But now I know, their love. They share a bond so strong, a love so deep that is beyond understanding of my little brain. It’s been 28 years of their marriage, and my mom says, they used to fight like this from the start. Sometimes when dad is angry I ask my mum “why? How do you even handle him?” And she smiles and says, “he is like that, he loves me a lot!” And I know he do. And she loves him too.There were problems between them but I have seen them overcoming those and stay together, closer than before.

Theirs was an arranged marriage and in today’s world when relations fail so quickly I feel their love is purest. Now when me and my brother sees them fighting, we just sit and enjoy, because they look adorable.

Even right now while I am writing this blog, they are not talking to each other again because apparently mom forgot to eat her medicine on time and that made my dad angry. That’s their love. They fight With each other for each other.

Love like theirs is the purest. Love like theirs is the strongest. I love them. The love, they say is in these small things, these small quarrels, their sweet arguments, not talking, then talking through messages (me and my brother are mediators), then talking again, and then argument on some other thing. And they repeat the circle every single day, theirs is the love that is endless.

They are my biggest strength, and seeing their love makes me believe in love all over again.

They are the blessing to me. Love them more than my life. And I learned this from my mother, whatever happens, one thing remains.

Love, ❤️Love remains Always and Forever.