The Many Hues of Love
“Relax Dadi. We are on a holiday!”
“But darling I am relaxing!”
“Let’s go out. Dadu can unpack his bag by himself.”
“Perhaps. But I want to have a peaceful night.”
“It’s tough being a wife. I never want to get married.”
“Even Nandi didn’t want to get married.”
“He was afraid that marriage would take away his freedom.”
“But like Lord Shiva said – freedom means being free from all fear isn’t it?”
“Marriage completes a person. The responsibility that comes with a marriage helps in the blossoming of ones personality…”
“What about love Dadi?”
“What about it?”
“Does Dadu love you? Has he ever taken you for a romantic date? Showered you with gifts?
“Is that love?”
“How else can you judge love?”
“Love is not to be judged! It is to be experienced, to accept…”
“How you can accept a curmudgeonly cantankerous man like Dadu is beyond me.”
“Now what did he do?”
“He vetoed our plans for a ropeway ride followed by lunch at a popular Chinese joint.
“Why does he insist on being contrary, spoiling everyone’s fun…?”
“I am terrified of heights and neither do I care for Chinese.”
Footnotes: Nandi: In Hindu mythology, Nandi, depicted as a bull, is the vehicle of Lord Shiva and is also the bearer of truth and righteousness.
Dadu, Dadi: Paternal grandparents
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and C E Ayr for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 147
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