Bindi

Crowded market. Loud voices. His hand in mine, pulling me into a tiny shop. Pens, stationery, makeup — a jumble of everything of daily essential there. I wondered what he could find here.

Then, he surprised me. He asked the lady for bindis, and somehow, in that jumble, picked the exact one I always wear!

“Don’t want you to miss putting the bindi anymore, let’s buy enough and keep, never miss a single day” he whispered with those twinkling magic eyes.

I went speechless. How simple the definition of his love, he never uttered the formal declaration, “I love you,” but his actions spoke volumes, weaving a magic that continues to enchant my life.

Forget roses and fancy cards. Here he was, a bindi in hand, making my heart skip a beat. That’s when I knew. Love isn’t fancy stuff. It’s in the little things, the everyday moments. He never said the big words, but his actions spoke louder than any poem. He showed me what’s the real magic of love is all about.

The world of love stories thrives on grand gestures — roses, fancy cards, dazzling rings, promises whispered under a moonlit sky. Here he stood, a simple bindi in his hand, and I fell in love all over again, with him!

The world of love stories thrives on grand gestures, but his simple act of getting me bindi continues to hold a special place in my heart forever !