Growing up in a desi household I noticed that my mom and dad were never into pda or the oh-so-mighty surprises or even the simple “I love you”. My aba was never vocal about the way he felt about my mom but I noticed that aba cared about my amma in so many other ways. He wasn’t into showering words but I could see it in his actions.
From my amma aba, I learnt it was always the tiny little things that mattered.
The way aba used to hold the door for her, used to wake me up and pack my bag and lunch while ama would make breakfast, the way he would give her his glasses when she couldn’t find hers, the way he would randomly put walnuts in her hand(because she loved walnuts) while watching tv, the way aba would bring her a different black embroidered dupatta every time he went to multan because she was crazy about them, the way he would save her a rus gullah and keep it aside for her, the way he would do all of these things without her asking.
There were never any thank you’s or any expectations of something in return but it was always two way.
I used to adore the way amma always knew which dress of hers was my aba’s favourite, how he liked his chai, how he craved for jalebi’s in rain, how he liked his eggs on weekdays and weekends!
What I liked even more was the way they both used to exchange glances and understand everything without a single word coming out of their mouth.
Call me orthodox but I learnt that although expressing to your partner is super important but it doesn’t mean anything if those words aren’t backed with actions.
Just a random Sunday thought!
mahamaslam 