A gift called “Wife”

Somewhere, I remember, to adjudge read about the Orientals concept of an ideal wife A solid wife is exchangeable a minister for the personal affairs of her husband, a friend in executing his tasks, in affectionate dealings she is like his mother and in his bed she is like a courtesan. Such a wife is auspicious (Garuda Purana, 1.64.6). Is there a word in side of meat that adequately describes such a paragon of virtues in the form of a stunning, female, human-being, playing the role of a wife? If there is one, then some women indeed, would qualify to be described thus.Blessed indeed is the man, who is bestowed with such a woman, capable of enriching his entire life, f forbiddinging it hope, happiness and healthy attitude. Person totallyy, I must say, that I, am one of those lucky husbands who has been graced thus. My wife is my savior, guide and friend she is my albatross, forfend the turbulent disasters that threaten to drown me in the ocean of my troubles, and guiding me to the shores of caoutchouc actually much like the woman praised by the Orientals.Ever since I met her, I stick been drawn to her like a magnet. A young, beautiful woman, with a gorgeous body, lovely soft eyeball and sensual lips, that reach heads turn round instantly. Eligible suitors sought her, as do butterflies carousel an fascinating flower. Her eyes shone like stars, and her heart was filled with dreams dreams of making it big, in the Hollywood.She has a sweet demeanor that hides the tensile nature of the resolute potentiality of her character and, little did I realize this invaluable asset at the time of our marriage. Nevertheless, I felt elated when she reciprocated my love and we walked down the Alter, as man and wife. But, I was to discover that, more than beauty, there were other things that contributed to her attractive personality. The adept professionalism in her single-handed management and smooth execution of our unite plans to the last detail, unfolded a new aspect of her strength, to me.Our wedding day likewise revealed to me, the baseball field streak in her. I remember, when all was ready and, I was about to enter the premises, she bid me on her mobile-phone, to fetch a contingent candle she wanted lit on this special occasion. Unable to drivel the plea in her voice, I turned and started back. I remember, it was a chill, winter day, and a gust of cold wind pierced my face sharply, mend searching for her car and groping with the keys.Sweat broke out on my forehead and my breath became heavy, as it was getting late, and I still couldnt find candle in the place where she had supposed it to be incomplete my words of counsel nor the advice of her bridesmaids (which got carried through on the mobile quite clearly), to endure with the ceremonies without the candle, had little effect on her. It rather made her more stubborn, to have the candle fetched and lit, and she pined that none of us understood the deep significance of her actions . Whew How I heaved a sigh of relief, when I finally found it. Thankfully, I dabbed off the sweat on my forehead with my handkerchief, and straightened my jacket, now that all was well.Later, I took ill and was down in bed requiring extra attention and care. There she was, by my side, with a soothing smile on her lips and a warm fag on my wrist, feeling my pulse, monitoring my temperature, administering the drugs advised by the deposit, reassuring me all the time with kind words, that all shall be well. My heart was touched and eyes filled with unshed tears, when she made it to the doctors appointment, traveling across half(prenominal) the city through peak traffic, despite her heavy schedule, to apprise the doctor regarding the status of my health and explore the options of my speedy recovery.The very same adamant streak came to the fore here in albeit in a very agreeable manner with tenacity she clutched on to hope, never giving up, and adamantly pushed away pessimistic thoug hts. Her son depends on this unique trait of hers, to keep up him up during the defeating bouts of his mental-illness, and to keep him going. However, we her close kin and kith are not the further recipients of her kindness. She is surely a tower of strength, to many a friend and I personally know of few instances in which she has pulled some friends back from the edge of ruin.Now, am I not right in feeling that I have been graciously granted a rare and auspicious throw in the form of a tenacious life-partner?BibliographyGaruda Purana, 1.64.6 Tr. J.L. Shastri/A board of scholars, antediluvian patriarch Indian Traditionand Mythology 12-14, Motilal Banarsidass, Delhi 1982. (extracts with notes in by JanM, 1997). Retrieved on 24th May, 2006, from website denotation