The summer heat of Delhi. A Maruti 800 Non-AC Car. A bad traffic jam. Definitely not the perfect romantic setting. And yet that is where I found love so pure that it touched my heart to the core.
It was around the year 2001 and we had recently moved to Delhi. Some important errand had got us out of the comfort of home and brought us in direct contact of the unrelenting sun. Stuck in a traffic jam, I was bored (the year 2001 meant that there was no mobile phone and hence, no Candy crush to keep me engaged!) and in a super foul mood. To kill time, I started looking out of the window and saw a beautiful scene unfold.
A man on a bicycle arrived next to me with his newly wed wife as a pillion rider in front of him. She was wearing a bright red synthetic silk sari that must have made her feel hotter; cheap, imitation jewellery that was sure to give an allergy to lesser mortals like me and the Briiiiiiiiightest smile that I have ever seen in my life. While I was grumbling about the oppressive heat even in the sanctuary of our car, she was oblivious to everything but her husband- chattering away excitedly, her face held a look of unadulterated happiness and adoration, an adoration that made the husband sit just a little straighter with pride while he listened to his smitten wife.
All too soon, the jam cleared and they rode away to what was probably their first date leaving me with a smile on my face and a belief that real happiness does not need roses or solitaires, it lies in that one look from a loved one which tells you that you are his or hers, Forever.
It was around the year 2001 and we had recently moved to Delhi. Some important errand had got us out of the comfort of home and brought us in direct contact of the unrelenting sun. Stuck in a traffic jam, I was bored (the year 2001 meant that there was no mobile phone and hence, no Candy crush to keep me engaged!) and in a super foul mood. To kill time, I started looking out of the window and saw a beautiful scene unfold.
A man on a bicycle arrived next to me with his newly wed wife as a pillion rider in front of him. She was wearing a bright red synthetic silk sari that must have made her feel hotter; cheap, imitation jewellery that was sure to give an allergy to lesser mortals like me and the Briiiiiiiiightest smile that I have ever seen in my life. While I was grumbling about the oppressive heat even in the sanctuary of our car, she was oblivious to everything but her husband- chattering away excitedly, her face held a look of unadulterated happiness and adoration, an adoration that made the husband sit just a little straighter with pride while he listened to his smitten wife.
All too soon, the jam cleared and they rode away to what was probably their first date leaving me with a smile on my face and a belief that real happiness does not need roses or solitaires, it lies in that one look from a loved one which tells you that you are his or hers, Forever.
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