An overrated virtue?

The mold used to be cookies. During RRF days,

Amma used to cut out sweetened flattened dough to

deep-fry the cutting. Nobody particularly enjoyed it

except for Appa. It was a regular feature though for 

Deepavali then. It would be the last delicacy to finish

as the other popular ones are scooped by us!

An acquaintance wrote a touching eulogy of sort on the death anniversary of his father. He narrated the poignant moments of the last few months that he spent with his ailing father. He recollected some touching instances when his father literally went against all odds to ensure that his offspring got what he wanted. Through his actions, father showed his son the true meaning of the word 'love'. Not much was spoken neither was there public display of affection in the way of hugs or kisses.
Only then you would realise that many displays of love is not physical. They are mostly unsaid, unspoken and quite often unrealised until the magic hour is over. Another friend even went as far as to add that not all love for the physical is love at all.
Many things are spoken when you say nothing at all. And sometimes words are just hot air emerging from nowhere meaning nothing but just wind.