It is party at my aunt’s house tonight. All
the newcomers in the family are very curious to know what the occasion is. Everybody
was making guesses – Anniversary, Birthday, First date, etc. When nobody came
up with the right answer, I decided to tell them the story behind this day being
celebrated every year in their family. My aunt and uncle had first met in their
teens at a common friend’s house and instantly developed liking for each other.
The feelings had just started blooming when uncle decided to go abroad for his graduation
and higher studies. They hadn’t yet formally expressed their love for each other
and decided not to do it in any hurry. So he flew off without so much as a
goodbye hug. Next few years passed like ages for both of them even though they weren’t
even sure if the other was going to wait that long. Communication of any sort
was not possible with mobile or internet not having developed by that time and
letters not expected with no formal relationship. They were going through the
most delicate stage of their life and very prone to falling in love over and
over again. But surprisingly both held on to some dreams they may have seen
once. The absence rekindled feelings rather than blowing them away. When uncle
returned to India this day 30 years back, he went straight to aunty’s place to
first find out if she was still available and then hug her before revealing how
much he had thought of her all those years away in the foreign land. Aunty
couldn’t have been happier, her wait paid. Since that day, this day is treated
with utmost significant in their life and celebrated with great vigour. It is
rightly said, Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
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