The Warmth of Love
The Warmth of Love Saran Rai As usual, the husband had gone for his early morning walk. On his way back, a light drizzle began. He kept walking, getting slightly wet in the drizzling rain. Soon, the drizzle turned into a heavy downpour. He got even wetter, but instead of stopping, he thought, If I run, I can reach home in ten minutes. He started running. Then, hailstones began to fall. Now, he had no choice but to take shelter. The hailstorm lasted for about five minutes. Once it stopped, he continued his way home in the heavy rain, completely drenched. His wife was waiting at the door with an umbrella. She said, "I was coming to get you with the umbrella, but I got distracted… Anyway, take off your wet clothes, shoes, and socks outside before stepping in. The carpet will get dirty." "She cares more about the carpet than me!" he thought, feeling a sudden wave of irritation. It was winter. He was shivering from the unexpected cold rain, his body trembling v...