A love poem by Sarala, for Different Truths.

 How was your day my love?
 He asked as she returned from the office 
 She smiled 
 She chuckled 
 She giggled 
 She caught him tight 
 With all her love bubbling in her as she missed him for eight long hours!
 Their love was sweet and sublime from the time they 
 Married few years back 
 Although he did not have a proper job due to ill health 
 From childhood!
 They fell in love deeply 
 At the age of eighteen and got married soon when they felt their love was genuine!
 She would cook for him and go to work giving a peck 
 On his forehead 
 Telling him take care my love 
 You are not so healthy I know!
 Nothing mattered to her 
 Excepting his pure love for her!
 She would toil at home and office 
 Bringing home enough for 
 Both of them which is all that 
 Mattered to her!
 Every day when she would return 
 He would ask the same question … how was your day my love … 
 And would make a cup of hot 
 Coffee for both with some biscuits!
 Their love was something to be admired by all couples 
 Who keeps pointing a finger only finding faults!
 Come on! When your wife returns from work just ask her how was your day my love which shows how much he loves her!
 It’s never too late 
 Ask her how was your day my love 
 And see how the love grows ever more 
 Like beautiful blossoms in spring!

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Sarala Balachandran

Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.