My Archana

She is simple, easy to please, makes no demand and is happy when you are happy, that is my Archana, that is my wife. Bring her a coat or a jacket no-matter how worthless it is, she will always praise it. I can win her with $30 jacket, I can win her with simple words of assurance. She drops tears quickly but is quick to please as well. All she needs is my shoulder when she sits by my side. She is naive, she is gentle, she is kind and she is simple, that is my Archana. She listens to all the words that you speak, she appreciates your appreciation, she corrects you seldom, she supports you, she soothes you. Every day she prepares food for me with a dedication of the most pious nun, everyday she looks at me with a hope a bright August day. When I hurt her with my words she seeks solace in the warmth of my daughter. She fears my depression, she understands my evil intentions and she dreads if something terrible was to happen, she again seeks solace in our daughter. You know when she is insecure with the way she says the name of our daughter. A glimpse of tear in her eyes shatters me to pieces and yet I always manage to commit that sin time and again. 

She enjoys simple meal you buy, she cherishes the small things you do. Her wishes are not long, her dreams are not complex, all she wishes is my happiness and that is my Archana, that is my wife.

She is tender, she is vulnerable and that is what worries me the most. Unlike others she is too simple for this world too complex. Her world is small, her parents, me and our daughter. She loves her world the most yet I keep conspiring bringing it down. 

As she hums in the kitchen along with the chimes of her crockery weaving simple dreams of happiness I find myself hatching conspiracy to destroy it.

She seldom gets angry or loses her cool unless I make myself a greater fool, unless I speak out my evil intentions. Her anger are never towards me but rather toward the life. She yells at our daughter and she sits by my side. I knit few simple words of comforts and there she is brought back to life. That is my Archana, that is my wife.