The new dawn was brighter and more colorful!

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On that day when he came home in the evening the door was locked. The very thought that popped in his mind was that she being the housewife why she had to go out at this time when she gets ample time in the day. He saw his neighbour who had come out, even before he asked anything the neighbour told him that his wife was hurt by the rusted iron string while painting the gate so she went to hospital a few minutes ago. He turned and observed the gate which was painted with colors. The rusted gate had turned into the beautiful entrance. He opened the door with the key that he had, went inside and sat on the sofa simply looking around him. The walls filled with colorful paintings, the pictures of them framed brilliantly. The colorful mats made with waste cloth, each door having colorful hangings made with used coconut shells. He went to the kitchen even the kitchen slab had a colorful dainty tray filled with colorful flowers.
The thoughts of their yesteryears started rushing within him. The beginning of their married life where he used to spend enough time with her, helped her in household chores, having food together but now things were different. He had climbed greater heights in his career; he had no time for all those. He had felt that she was just a housewife good to wash dishes.
He now realized it was her complete cooperation that made him reach this height. Right from the morning breakfast to night dinner, his clothes, shoes, current bills, water bills, internet charges every single thing she had taken care without complaining a single day. He does not even remember of taking her to hospital, a café, a temple or any other place in past few years. He made up his mind to do something to surprise her.
He went to the kitchen just checked the fridge, the Chutney was ready, even there was dosa batter, he prepared some Ginger Pepper Tea along with dosa. Meanwhile he called her to know where she was. She was just 2 minutes away, he kept things ready. Once the doorbell rang, he covered her eyes with his palm, made her sit at the dining table. Once he took off his palm she couldn't believe.
He said "You colored the gate even when you were hurt by the string. You are coloring my life even after getting hurt by me ..."He kissed her forehead.
That night she painted on the wall “Good Things comes to those who wait".
He wrote below “True love is worth waiting, never prove it wrong”.

The next dawn was brighter and more colorful than before!




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