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Daily Prompt: That’s Amore
Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion to deep respect, esteem, and friendship. Tell your love story.

We had gone to attend my husband’s annual get together dinner with his course mates. Next evening, when we reached back home, we learned about the death of his cousin A’s wife. It was late and we were tired, so we decided to go to the village early next morning.

The age old custom is to offer tea and meals to those who come to commiserate with the bereaved family. We always left without partaking of anything. To me it never looked right to burden the family with providing food, when they were going through so much grief.

We tried to leave, but A insisted that we stay for lunch. It was bad manners to say no to him, so we postponed our going. Looking at him, I thought something was wrong with my eyes. I couldn’t discern any sorrow on his face. Last evening, he had buried his wife of eighteen years, and mother to his five children. He looked like a man well pleased with himself.

My husband told me the reason behind his happiness when we were driving back to our city home. Last evening, after burying his wife, the first thing A did was to badger his sister-in-law to go on his behalf to give a proposal of marriage for his new wife to the girl’s family. The sister refused and told him to wait for a decent interval. At this, he went by himself and finalized his next marriage.

Forty days later, A got married again. Everyone was aghast at his haste.

Husbands like A exist too. Off with the old and on with the new.

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