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In a world where over-the-top declarations and film-style drama have been held up as the standard for love, one woman’s LinkedIn post has gone viral for celebrating something much quieter, and far more enduring.
Delhi-based professional Adyasha Roy Tomar shared a story from her parents’ past that touched thousands online. Her father, a Hindi-speaking man from Madhya Pradesh, decided to learn Bengali, not because someone asked him to, but simply because he loved her mother, and wanted to connect with her and her family more deeply. “She hadn’t asked him to. This was to, in part, impress her, and in part, communicate with her mum, who till this day speaks very broken Hindi,” Adyasha wrote.
Reflecting on what love means today, Adyasha wrote, “I think the ‘majnu’ culture of ‘nass kaat-lunga’, ‘jaan de dunga’, ‘khoon se likhi chitthiya’ is slowly Charles-Darwining itself to the survival of the most considerate.”
Her message was clear: true love isn’t about dying for someone, it’s about becoming someone better for them. “Tell me how you’ll live for me. More clearly, tell me how you’ll live better for me,” she said.
Her post ended with a line that felt like a quiet thunderclap: “Between the biology of ageing and psychology of the daily grind, you’re already dying. Live for love instead.”
The comment section quickly turned into a thread of equally touching stories. One person wrote, “This is what we call romance and passion, Adyasha. The stage that the majority of those lovers who endure and scatter without making it obvious, countable, or something to keep a note of.”
Another user wrote, “To live better for each other – a new love language.”
A third individual wrote, “Beautifully written. Also reminds me of a dialogue of Joker where he asks Harley Quinn if she would die for him, then says no, that’s too easy, would she live for him.”
“I never understood the Bollywood version of love. It was always scary and one of the major reasons why I didn’t even develop a real life crush till I was in my early twenties. My father, gifted my mother a shawl that was hand-embroidered by him on their wedding day. I have seen it only 5 times probably because she keeps it hidden away like a precious jewel,” shared a fourth user.
Sometimes, love isn’t loud. It’s quiet, intentional, and steadfast. And in stories like this, that’s exactly what makes it unforgettable.
