One got the youth. The other got the kind loving soul.
One got the peck on the cheek. The other felt the caring hand on the forehead.
One waited for him to return home from office everyday. The other waited for him to come home in six months.
One wouldn’t let him go to work. The other sat up quietly the nights before he left for work.
One got bike rides, as the cool breeze, passion and spirit mingled together. The other rode the favourite Maruti 800, safe with the seat belt on.
One was asked to dress up and just look pretty. The other had to follow him around, sweaty and unkempt, granting his every wish.
One was asked to sleep peacefully at home, protected. The other was expected to stay up with him each night.
The one was you. And the other was me.