As I walked down a narrow street today I saw an old couple coming from the opposite end. Wrinkled, fragile they walked hand in hand as if they were each other's walking stick. Holding onto each other for support they made a very pretty picture.
We bumped into each other at a small bridge which the old man was vary of stepping on. As I stretched my hand in order to help he extended his hand along with hers held tightly.
Maybe this is what they meant when they coined the terms," together forever" and "till death do us apart".
P.S: The title of this post is borrowed from Nicholas Spark's book of the same name. I somehow felt it does justice to this sweet tale.
Dhairya’s mobile beeped. One new message received. He almost cursed the sender as he was busy finalizing a project report when he saw it was from Priyanka. It read: Though you sent the gift in advance – you could atleast wish me today !!
Source: Google Images Though I don't have a real sister I have been lucky enough to have m et some wonderful soul sisters on this earth. O ne of them got married recently and this was my wedding gift to her:
** Trigger Warning: Death, Loss of a loved one, Suicide** Image Source: Free Plant Image on Unsplash Dakko is no more. Even as I type this sentence there is a sense of overwhelming disbelief within me. A strange numbness takes over my senses as my heart refuses to believe this ultimate truth staring at my face right now. For me, she was love. Since the time I was an infant, I had known her as love. She was there when I needed her, pampering me, loving me, mollycoddling me, and bearing with all my tantrums throughout my life. I cannot imagine my three and a half decades of existence without her being there during some of my toughest times.