Perfectly Imperfect

'Seasons come and seasons go 

but our fight goes on for ever. No one is perfect. We have to accept each other with our flaws. 

Sometimes we fight over trivial things. But no hatred. 

Today I am good at cooking, because of my better half. He is a great critic. If something is missing, like a particular spice or flavor in any dish , he would point out. Next time I would make an improved version. 

Our society was male-dominated once. Not now. Husbands have become very cooperative. He now helps me everywhere. 

We can not live without each other. 

Our imperfections have brought us closer to each other. We respect our space, our hobbies. And understand each others need. So no grumbling, and less complaining.