(Recently I happened to visit one of my old places, Angadipuram. I had started my schooling there. The deity of 'Thirumandhamkunnu Bhagavathy themple' is very powerful. After worshipping in the temple, I made it a point to visit my father's old colleague Mr. Udayavarman master. There, I witnessed the above scene. I was deeply touched by his tender care at his age of 80+. I reflected on the strength and importance of companionship in our married life. Our young generations ought to know about this strength. The beauty of Indian marriages lies in this strength) .
by Ravi Panamanna
Serene and calm
He does his job with warmth.
With love and care
He does it with a sincere heart.
My father’s dear and old colleague,
When I knocked at his door,
I witnessed the following scene: -
Laden with Osteoporosis,
His age old wife was in perils.
With her slipping frame
She needed much care and support.
And the husband was at the helm,
For him, it was only a natural passion.
No oceanic waves were in his eyes,
No sign of an earthquake on his face.
There was no home nurse,
He said that he could manage.
And he cared her well,
I witnessed the harmony of married life.
Decades of co-existence,
Enough bondage of love,
They were two bodies and one soul,
Without tears, he accepted life.
I remembered another episode,
A lady from the West once exclaimed –
‘Sir, Thirty years of married life
And still living with the same wife! ? ’
For them, marriage is cloth change,
An endless flight, an eternal dating.
Children witness their parents’ marriage,
And they include ‘my children, your children and our children! ’
What is love? Only tender flesh?
For how long? Life will perish.
Companionship defines a frame,
It adds fountains to life, and foundations too.
3rd April 2010