How to love a womanA Story by Ashwin ShankerThere is only one way to do it.Today, after the gazillionth fight over the phone with my girl, I just got fed up; The longer I kept arguing with her, the more I realised that I was just adding more petrol to the raging fire. When I hung up, four missed calls popped up, all from my mom in the last one hour that I was talking to my girl. I called my mom, and told her about my girl, explaining why the line was busy the whole time. I ranted,"Mom, women baffle me so much. They say one thing but mean another, want one thing, but they point at another. It is so damn confusing to figure out what do they want?" She chuckled; it was music to my ears and would always bring a smile to my face even at the worst of times. It felt so nice that I could make her smile, even though the joke is on me. "To begin with, she would appreciate it if you were a bit more sensitive to her emotional needs. Make it a point to call her back promptly because she may not be as patient or as understanding as I am." "Hehe, Yeah mom, you're right. But tell me, how do they expect us to treat them?" She thought for a while, then she came the lecture as usual, but this time, whatever she said was unforgettable. "Treat her like your cousin, how you shared all your toys with her, you always wanted to see her dimpled smile and wouldn't mind sacrificing your costliest toy to get a glimpse of it. Treat her like your aunt, see her as someone greater than myself. You call your aunt ‘Velliama’ (translated in Malayalam as ‘elder mother’) Let her be on a higher pedestal, let her feel special. Treat her like your sibling, whom you can tease, or play pranks with, but at the end of the day, let her feel reassured that you would never leave her side and that she could always lean on your shoulders. Treat her like your grandma, to rest your head on her lap and listen to her stories patiently. You never know, she would be just feeling lonely and looking for someone to have a conversation with. Last but not the least, look at her the way you look at me, worship the divinity in her because, someday she would become a mother like me and perhaps have the misfortune *Chuckles* to have a son like you." "Mom, can you cut all this philosophical stuff and give me a straight answer." "No, I can't be more elaborate than this!" "Ok, then you're not helping... Bye, and please send me some money, I am broke." "Ask your dad, bye, love you." "Yeah yeah". I hung up. It was good that we had this conversation over the phone, she didn't see the tears that slowly moistened my eyes; not because of what she said, because I missed her so badly and couldn't find words to express that. The End
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StatsAuthorAshwin ShankerCalicut, Kerala, IndiaAboutI am 25 years old, copywriter working at Mullen Lowe Lintas Group, Mumbai. I love writing and have been doing the same since six-years-old. I am a huge fan of communities of writers who support eac.. more..Writing
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