“What are you looking for in that drawer?” Dad asked, noticing Mom rummaging through the kitchen cabinet.
Mom sighed, frustration written all over her face. “I can’t find the money I saved. I need to pay the deliveryman.”
Dad walked closer and smiled gently. “Don’t worry, you’ll find it. How much do you need?”
“Five thousand rupees. I ordered some groceries and other essentials for the house,” Mom replied, still searching.
Without another word, Dad took out his wallet, counted the notes, and handed them to her. “Here, pay him. We’ll look for it later.”
Mom hesitated for a moment but then accepted the money. The deliveryman was paid, and soon everyone got busy with their daily chores.
The next morning, while cleaning the kitchen together, Mom suddenly shouted with joy.
“Look! I found my money! It was in the cupboard all along! I was so silly, searching the whole house for it.”
She laughed, her face glowing with relief. “Good thing I found it—I had saved it to buy a birthday gift for Neha.”
Dad smiled quietly, saying nothing.
Later that afternoon, Dad stepped outside for a smoke. The golden sunlight fell softly on his face. I followed him, curiosity tugging at my heart.
“Dad, why did you do that?” I asked.
He looked at me, pretending not to understand. “Do what?”
“I saw you take the money from your wallet and put it in the cupboard last night.”
Dad smiled—a small, knowing smile. He looked away for a moment before replying, “You know, she means everything to me. I couldn’t let her feel sad over a little lost money. When you truly love someone, you take care of them in every way you can.”
He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
I noticed something and couldn’t help asking, “Dad, why are you using Mom’s handkerchief? Is this another way of showing you care about her?”
He chuckled softly. “Nope. It still has her fragrance.”
For a moment, I couldn’t say a word. Watching him stand there, eyes soft with affection, I realized something profound. Love isn’t always shown through grand gestures or fancy words—it’s hidden in the smallest acts of kindness, the quiet sacrifices, and the lingering fragrance of someone who means the world to you.
That day, my whole perspective on love—and life—changed forever.
Yours truly,
Ankita
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