When was the last time you wept?

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I vividly recall weeping like a child during a difficult period in Jammu. Despite my prestigious position in the Indian Air Force, we struggled financially and lacked sufficient funds for essential vegetables. One afternoon, after returning from my duties, I found my wife had prepared a simple meal of rice, curd, and salt. We exchanged no words because we both understood our financial predicament. It wasn’t the scarcity of money that brought me to tears, but rather a profound gratitude to God for blessing me with such a compassionate and understanding spouse.

The second time I was moved to tears was on the platform of New Delhi. A hurried passenger inadvertently knocked over a fruit vendor’s basket, scattering fruits across the ground. Seeing the vendor’s plight, my wife exclaimed, “Oh, poor chap!” Without hesitation, she set her luggage aside and gathered the scattered fruit, returning them to his basket. The innocence and compassion of my beloved partner brought tears to my eyes once more, filling me with gratitude for the divine blessing of such a humble and kind-hearted companion.