My Lunch Box....

One of the most delightful joys of married life is to carry lunch prepared by one's wife.

I admit to have never allowed anyone to cook meals for me, as I maintained reservations about the mood with which someone other than my mother would prepare my food.

I have always believed in the age-old belief that the food must be prepared in good mood, with sense of love and care.

Sceptical of others' approach to prepare food for me and its impact on my mental health or nature, always guided me not to get it prepared by anyone other than by my affectionate mother's hands.

I always wished if there could be anyone other than my mother to prepare food for me, it would be my wife. That too, if I found she loved me by heart and not just words.

By the grace of God, thankfully, I have got such an affectionate wife in Pratibha who, I feel, can endure hardship for me.

Yesterday, she realised how she is actually missing a privileged 'work', for no reason and which could actually spread comfort and joy in her husband's life. She said, she would prepare food in the morning, despite her office.

I actually felt loved the way today she woke up early and prepared lunch for me. I felt her deep sense of care and affection for me while relishing each bite of Roti and Karahi Paneer with green salad today for the first time in last five months of my marriage. My trust in my darling wife's abilities increased today. I must say, she cooks deliciously, whenever she can.