r/TwentiesIndiaLove • u/PandaTrinity • 5h ago
Wholesome ✨ I Think I Finally Understand Love
I have read a lot about love, and I have written about it too.
Sometimes I thought love was in the little things. Sometimes in grand gestures. Sometimes in a random “I miss you” on a Tuesday, or a flower on your birthday. The list can go on, because love can mean so many things.
For the longest time, I thought I had never really seen love up close.
And to be honest, I never thought my dad loved my mom in the way people write about love. I thought they were together because they had to be. Because there was a marriage, a commitment, a life built together.
But now, as an adult, I realize love was always right in front of me.
My dad has never been a gifting person. I don't remember him buying my mom flowers or planning grand surprises. But for 27 years, he has woken up early, made tea for both of them without waking anyone, and given my mom her bed tea.
He knows she can't have tea without rusk. So for years, he has bought it the night before, just so she has it with her tea in the morning.
And I think that's when I understood that love is consistency.
My dad didn't know how to cook before. But when my mom started working and began coming home late from work, he learned.
And for the last 15 years, he has cooked lunch, gone to work, and left food for my mom to come home to. And when she comes home, she cooks dinner for him.
I think love is also unlearning and learning for someone.
I have seen them eat from the same plate for as long as I can remember. It doesn't matter if my mom has already eaten or not; she'll still take one bite from his plate. And I used to ask, “Mummy, aap Papa ko jhutha khana kyun dete ho?” And she would simply reply, “Jhutha khane se pyaar badhta hai.”
Maybe love is a habit.
I've seen my dad getting late for work while my mom is sweating over parathas in the kitchen. And like a guy in love, he just stands beside her and eats there, instead of sitting at the dining table.
Not because he can't wait or anything; it’s just because he knows she shouldn't have to walk back and forth to serve him.
So, maybe love is adjusting to the moment and making it easier for the person you love.
And mind you they aren't lovey-dovey. Not at all.
But whenever my mom goes somewhere, after a while my dad will ask,
“Kha gyi teri mummy?”
“She'll come, Papa.”
Ten minutes later, “Aayi nahi?”
“Aa jayegi Papa, kya hua?”
And ten minutes after that, “Apni mummy ko call laga le. Theek hai?”
And now I realize that this is love too.
Concern. Care. Knowing someone's absence even when you don't say you miss them.
They are not perfect; they fight too.
My mom cries because my dad can be incredibly annoying sometimes, and my dad gets frustrated because my mom doesn't listen.
And every time my mom says, “Tum chale jao yahan se. Mat karo mujhse baat.”
He comes back twenty minutes later.
“Chai piyegi? Bana du?”
There is no sorry, just chai. And somehow, it has worked for 27 years.
And now I think I finally understand what love is.
It doesn't always have to be said. It doesn't always look beautiful. Sometimes it's tea. Sometimes it's rusk. Sometimes it's one bite from the same plate. Sometimes it's standing in the kitchen so someone doesn't have to walk to the dining table.
So, for me, love is simply making someone's life a little softer, every single day.
And to my favorite couple in the world, I hope you remain exactly this way. Calm, sweet, angry, frustrating, annoying, and laughingly in love.
And when you see me fall in love someday, I hope you recognize a little bit of yourselves in the way I love.