No, please do not think that the list is this small. It is way too long. I am just adding them as and when I get time and memories flash back......

My father:
Well you might say that every daddy loves his little girl. That is indeed true but my daddy is special to me in many ways and here are a few of them.

As you may have already known that  I grew up in eastern India, in a small industrial town, called Durgapur. Now in summer it gets really really hot there, like 45 degree celsius and all that. We ofcourse didnot have air conditioning at home and one night was really really terrible. So at the middle of the night, I opened the door to have the ventilation going. My father heard the noise and came out of his room. When he realized that I was preparing to sleep all night with the door open, he was shocked because it was by no way the safest thing to do. But I guess his heart gave in to my discomfort. He let me keep the door open as I sleep and he sat near the door guarding it, all night, until dawn. And I slept comfortably

When I had mentioned this to a friend of mine in engineering school, he thought I was simply mean and selfish to let him go through that. That is not true at all, if you know me a bit. I guess that heat was too much for me to bear. See that is why I easily deal with this 6 month long winter in New York. Ah! the snow..........
 
A very dear friend from RECW:
When I was in second year, one evening I was very hungry(I missed dinner). And we were not allowed to  get out of our hostel after 8:30 pm. So I was wandering around in  search of some edible food. She silently got some bread from somewhere made bread pudding for me and brought it to me. You would not believed how touched I was at that moment. The fact that she stopped what she was doing and took the time to prepare something for me made me feel so loved. And if she reads this some day, she will know I am talking about her.
And she also knows that she is very dear to me.

My husband:
You must have known by now that my hubby is not very expressive of his emotions and more on the practical side. So, this kind of gestures from him touches me deeply. Although it happens only once in a while(lol).

When my son was born, he had to be in ICU for some breathing complications (which thankfully turned out to be not serious at all). So I didnot get to even rest for 24 hours after my c-section. I started walking way before the saline fluid was out of my system and hence my feet would swell up everytime I would go to check my son in the ICU. And those who have gone through this will know how painful this is. So one day after breast feeding my son, when I came back to my room in the hospital I was exhausted. But I didnot complain any more because my son was getting better and Iwas at peace. But I guess my husband noticed how swelled my feet was, he came around and touched my feet with such great affection, that I just could not say a word. And for an extrovert like me it is a big thing. Should I say more.