see my husband charlie never was , although the rules against love were much stricter in our times , and on top of that , count that we came from different religions , him being a christian , and i a young hindu girl , but he was never ashamed , yes , he did blush a lot on occasions , that is true , like when he confessed his love to me , oh , he was a regular scarlet charlie then , stuttering and stammering , but it was a blush of amor , not at all a blush of being ashamed , and then again , when he met my parents and told them of his love for me and asked for my hand , i remember him turning red like a tomato , but it was because of his sheer reverence towards them , and then i remember when he held our child for the first time , oh how he blushed in his fatherly sentiment and broke in to tears , and afterwards when he turned old and would tell young boys like you the story of our love , oh how he would blush in the warmth of all those memories , just as i am blushing now , her voice was getting more and more enlivened as she painted the brief portrait of her late husband to the two young boys , her cheeks likewise getting filled with a sanguine glow .