I am not married, I am still studying. But I am a literate person; I know who is a wife. Who is a wife? Dictionaries might define the word in many ways. But she the daughter of her father, who had a wife. Why am I writing on this topic? I don’t have wife, but what I hear and see on television is wrong. Literacy is not going to a good university, getting a PhD, but having no knowledge of how to treat people. Burn those degrees if you think that’s literacy, you should specially know how to treat your wife; But why? Not because you are married to her, but because you promised her, you will take good care of her. Be with her when she needs you. You promised you will support her. You promised to make her happy. Not only is her security your concern, but her happiness lies in you.

It is your duty to make her happy, to give her what she wants.

She does not only want you to wake up in the morning, when she gets up before you, makes breakfast for you, then before you come to the table, your newspaper lies there. You eat the breakfast and go to your office. She works all day maintaining the house cleaning. Doing every thing she can. So when you come home you realize she was caring for you. She waits for your call when you were at work thinking about you. How have you been? How was your work? You come home tired; she waits for you, makes tea for you. All she does is tries to make you happy, why can’t you make her happy.

She cries in her heart waiting for you to say you love her. She waits when you will come home and hug her and give her a kiss. She waits for you to take her to a candle light dinner. She waits for you to take her shopping. She waits for you to spend time with her. She waits, you will come home discuss you problems with her. Expressions matter, she loves you that is all I can say. She left her house for you. Now what else can any one say

The most important thing she is always there for you, but do you always stand with her. Neither am I supporting your wife. Nor am I supporting you. But what is a marriage? Have you ever asked your self? Think now before its late, before you shatter her delicate feelings into a million pebbles, tears might flow from here sweet eyes. Her heart might be stabbed with hatred. She might loose all her hopes. Her dreams may scatter.

She is a normal human being as well, she has feelings. Why do you want to break those feelings and torture that human being? Did she do some thing wrong, she cared for you? That was her mistake. She loves you was that her mistake? She wants to be with you. Why? Just ask your self why?

Defining marriage: not a signing on paper, not saying yes I agree to the questions asked on time of marriage. That’s all formality paper work to show the world you two have been married. But what a marriage really is the combination of the heart of the two people who are getting married. I agree to the fact, there can be NO two people who think totally alike. This is where LOVE comes in to action. How? This is the point when each of them makes a sacrifice when needed. It might be leave a habit. Or some thing, going to eat Chinese but wife wants to eat Mexican, why not make her happy and take her to Mexican restaurant.

I have placed a picture on the right, it is a beautiful rose, but how is the rose related to the topic. A rose is a beautiful flower, but it has spikes with it which protects its beauty, keeping it distinct, and unique. You wife is the flower, and you are the spikes. Might seem stupid, or idiotic, but the spikes do protect the flower. Not every one can break the rose and take it away. The flower gives the beauty to the whole plant. Now the plant is the family. So you wife is essentially a very important person who needs expressions, love, care, protection…

Is romance all she wants? Umm, this is hard for me as I am not experienced, any ways personally I think the answer is NO. But why do I think that way? I think she needs care, dedication, devotion, love, appreciation for what she does. But does this mean no romance? No well romance is an essential part of marriage.

Spend time with her, take her at the beach to see the sun set, take some days off go and enjoy at some places. Hang out, relax, and show her you love her. Be with her when she wants you. Indulge into her, love her for what she is; try to get her love by what she is. Take her to shopping, take her to candle light dinners. Love her, be with her. Neither will this ruin your life. But it will increase the love between you two.

Always take your wife shopping, I am not talking because I am still single, but I am thankful to my parents who taught me people should be respected. And the society taught me that wife is also a special person. She will the person because of whom you will get children. Your own children of course, definitely you might be thinking why am I writing or how am I writing this? Well it is obvious. I know how life works, I might be just 20, but I have brain that works. I understand other people, so at the end I solute all the happy marriages and all my wishes are with all the beautiful couples who are still trying to make a happy life….

It is raining outside; the weather is very cold perfect for a cup of coffee. As I hear each rain drop touch the ground I feel the zephyr touch my face. But this zephyr is not as soft as her hand. I was looking at the rain, which was kind of strange, rain happens now and then but I was looking at rain for the first time like this. but who knew that I was not lost looking at rain but I was lost in my imagination holding two cups of coffee and waiting in the balcony for her to come up to me and take her cup and enjoy the lovely taste of coffee.

But the coffee tended to cool down I kept waiting but she never showed up.

And tears shed from my eyes. Tears mixed with the rain drops trying to smoothen my feelings but I forgot this was making it harsh on my self. I left a place in my heart that was to her that will remain hers now I have become used to my imaginations betray me. The world sees what I feel y can’t she know what I feel I have missed her I will miss her. But I wondered to my self “she waits for a prince, she deserves a prince and I don’t stand near a prince.

I tend to for get the words in the world are les to describe her beauty she mite b a normal girl to the whole world but definitely she is not a normal girl for me. With grief in my heart sorrows I can’t forget her. I just wait for the day when will we have coffee together “but the question is still unanswered will we ever b together? Can I b her prince? I know the answer is no but y can’t we…..

Here I am in front of my computer monitor, my hands lie on the keyboard. I might sound boring but in the beauty of time, I indulge my self within the thinking of the beautiful princess. The feelings I have as she walks by me cannot be described in words. The beauty of a zephyr has thrown me into a million pieces. I do not stand straight as my heart gets filled with tears of loneliness and the symptoms of being alone stand up. And I tend to be left alone in the darkness. So here I continue my story of a day which totally changed after the first sight of her true beauty that left a mark on my heart.

I opened my eyes to wake up when I stare at the sun rising, the first ray falls into my eyes; I miss what is the true sun ray of my eye. The beautiful smile I just want to see and the beautiful face that I want to see, the hearing of the lovely voice to enlighten my ears my day and my life is what I miss. What matters is not that I wait for her but what matters is I want her to be the happiest person. Though I will regret the fact of being lonely she will remain in my heart 4 ages and ages. I don’t want a thorn near her that might give her a small cut but that cut will be of a lot of importance. It might be worse than many millions of cuts on me. I just want a chance to cover the path she walks by the most beautiful and soft roses. I want choirs of birds singing for her welcome. I just wait 4 the right day the time when I will get lucky enough to tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her she left an image in my heart of the perfection of beauty……

As the day continues, I tend to get busy but never the less I always remember her. The beautiful smile gave me morale and support. I wanted to freeze time, leave all the things take her away from all the people to a place where I could express what I felt about her, a place where there was no tension, and a place I could just look at her all day. I had never felt more encouraged to do a task I was assigned though I regret the fact that she was not watching nor did she know a beautiful smile she gave had so much attached to it.

When ever I recall the perfection of her beauty. Tears fall from my eyes, my heart feels lonely and my imagination leads me to her beautiful and innocent face. My heart has the image of her that can never be removed. I have my cell phone always with me in this wait she will call me now even though I forget she doesn’t have my number. I wondered to my self “how lucky can a person become when her beautiful soft hands type a persons number”.

Words stay locked in my heart, they rust in the wait she might come to me and talk with me. I forget the task I was doing in the thinking of the perfect princess and imagination leads me to no where apart for my expressions and my feelings for her become stronger. She comes in my imaginations gives me a smile and hides away. I keep looking for her so that I can see her but she turned her back towards me ignoring me even my imaginations betrayed me. But all is fine since I know I will be more happy if she is happy.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me but what ever I did I wanted it to do it for her.

I couldn’t think of a better thing to do than thinking about her the harder I tried to get away from her the complicated it became than more I remembered her hence I missed her even more. So I decided to think about her and let my thinking express what I felt I thought now “the world is a small place to live, I tremble from her beauty jealousy spreads the heart of people when she is seen, scared of the truth I cannot look in to her eyes because of how much I love her the way she talks walks and does every thing she does is perfect. My heart waits and tears fall from my heart to hear her voice I can not describe the perfection that made my tears fall from my eyes and that instant I realized the world is a small place to live without the beauty of her perfection I am incomplete and I will remain incomplete” so what ever I did I could see her in front of me giving me her support giving me the passion. I shed tears in the fault that she doesn’t know hw much I love her and that she is not mine other wise I mite not be able to express what I felt about her. And the day continued. I struggled and managed to complete the tasks assigned… though most of the day I spent thinking about her.

Neither am I a poet or a writer but a normal person who has a heart and expression. Feelings are held within me. Happiness and sorrow’s both come to me as well.

As I continued with the task I was asked to do. The weather was normal. A little colder, dressed in a jeans shirt and a hood. No one knew what day the day will be. No one knows that there is a lot more to it than just working or studying. So I continued with my work.   As soon as I raised my head up to see the people passing in front of me. I noticed some distinct and unique people. Though they had a normal face like us but the face was different. The one face was very different and unique. Had a very beautiful shine, Indefinable beauty just passed right in front of my own bare eyes and I could not understand the time nor the day I had forgotten with what I was doing.

The smile was so beautiful; people might be jealous of it and want to take it away. The eyes were so beautiful that any one who gets noticed by those eyes will become a lucky person. The lips were so beautiful; the smile given shall be hard to define. The perfect beauty of what was held within her.  Guys will get crazy over that beautiful smile she had.

The hair was so soft and silky yet without touching them I knew they were perfect. Yet she was far from me, thanks to the zephyr I could smell the beauty. Thinking about her makes me smile on any day and at any time. No matter what the conditions or what the circumstances are.

The more I remember the more I forget, and the less I forget, the better I remember. So in the end I would conclude that I might have seen the most beautiful girl. But in simple yet more obvious words “The beauty of that specific girl is incomplete without the fact, the dictionary is a collection of words. No matter how many dictionaries, encyclopedias I use I can not describe how beautiful she is”…

As she uttered a word to her friend, I realized I was hearing to the perfect and most admirable voice. Nor will I say it was thin. Just it was beautiful. She was beautiful princess who was perfect. Perfection is what a lie was but became a truth when I saw her. The most beautiful rose will fall dull in front of her beauty.  The world was becoming a lucky place as her beautiful eyes noticed the things and objects that surrounded the place.

As I continued my work, she tended to leave her mind thrilling thoughts of just a five minute walk in front of me in my mind that shall remain in thy mind for weeks, years and forever.