Love,is not just a single word/emotion but a combination of lot other aspects for which human beings have given certain names such as respect,importance, care,sharing,equality,togetherness in both joy and sorrow and yes the list goes.So,you might wonder why I am starting this story with a lecture on love,its just because this is a love story not mine but my sister's.

so coming to the story,it was a very peaceful and a cheerful morning ,I woke up with the tired eyes as i watched two sharukh-kajol movies last night,yep I am a big fan of both sharukh and love.
everything started as usual that day except one thing my sister was crying in the hall when I came out to fetch my coffee from my mom.she didn't say any thing but was crying continuously as though her whole life went inside the black hole.so,that entire morning went with the continuous crying and without a single word.Then around 12 noon she started talking, well,that was not a good news,because she started that she wanted a divorce from her husband .

My mom asked what was the reason and she listed many but,from most of them I could clearly understand that my sister expected certain things from her husband which she did not recieved .After a while I thought it would be a change for her mood if I take her out for a shopping .we went to the Phoenix mall she was keen in selecting tops and I was keen in answering my coworking teacher's request of me becoming her tomorrow's class substitute .After talking with my colleague I turned and found my sister watching at something at the opposite side,suddenly she came towards me grabbed my hands and dragged me out of that mall ,we went to our home.Immediately after entering in to the house she went to her room and locked her door inside.

I could not understand anything ,I was shouting at the door as I thought she might commit suicide after hearing me my mom got frightened called my father and started beating the door lock with hammer.After two minutes my sister opened the door and replied coolly that she was leaving that night and her husband will come to pick her up.My mom scolded us for the scene happened and went back to her chore.I asked my sister what changed her mind after giving her a nice pillow beating. she started explaining what she saw in that mall.

There was a young but somewhat poor couple at the side where my sister was staring. They were so intimate that her husband was selecting jimki-a traditional southindian earring for his wife.My sister got jealous after seeing this scene.she went near to that lady after seeing her husband leaving her side to pay for the jimki .she asked her whether her marriage was a love marriage for which the poor lady replied negatively.My sister didn't leave her alone even after that,she again asked how they two were so intimate eventhough their marriage was an arranged marriage for which that kind lady replied,well,she has to be a kind lady because she was replying politely for my sister's annoying private questions ,she replied that her husband was not like this before ,in the beginning her life was similar to my sister's where she didn't got anything she expected from her husband like importance,priority,understanding,respect,appreciation etc.etc.But unlike my sister she decided to give everything whatever she expected from him,priority,importance, selfless love and after a certain period of time she started noticing change in her husband he started reflecting all those things that he got from his wife.

So my sister got inspired from her story and already started writing her real life love story ,I got inspired from my sister's story and here I am writing a story about a love in writco.But on that day I realized one thing,love is not something we expect or get but it is something we give.Giving is Love....

ps-thanks for your patience