The letters

The letters

He watched his wife as she took the letter from the postman. Her excitement was palpable. The letters had been coming as regularly as clockwork, once a month. They had started about six months after they got married. She never told him what was in the letters and he never asked.

He was a rather reserved person who found it difficult to express his thoughts and feelings. She was more exuberant and had no problem saying what she thought. Theirs was an arranged marriage and he was totally bowled over by her. But she pined because she thought that her husband did not love her.

Then the letters started coming. The writer said that he had fallen in love with her when he had seen her during her wedding but unfortunately it was not the time to tell her about it.

She read the letter she had just got.

“My beloved,

You are the most precious thing in my life. I can’t wait to hold you close to my heart. I can’t wait till to hear you call me your beloved. Shall we meet for dinner on Saturday, at your favourite restaurant?

With all my love,

Keshav.

She put the letter by in a box in her cupboard and with a secretive smile, went and told her husband, “Keshav, I am going out for dinner on Saturday.”

He smiled and thanked his friend Raghav, for suggesting that he write letters to his wife if he could not talk to her openly about his feelings.