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Saturday, February 21, 2015

Some Other Time

They never cease to amaze me, I said. 
My wife stared at me with her big round eyes, waiting for me to finish this sentence that had come out of nowhere. 
The couple on black Enfield, I said.
 Her inquisitive eyes still stared at me, looking for a story. 
 He was 57, I said, and she was 54. She asked me who they were, with amazement! Remember, last year, I went to Leh for that bike trip? She nodded her head into a yes. I met them there, I said. They were the last addition to our group and were a little late. I, as always, was little annoyed at that couple for being late. After a while, I saw a black Enfield coming towards us. Relieved about the fact that they have come, I behaved rather arrogantly.
 "Let’s go now, we are already behind schedule."
 "I am sorry for coming late son", the voice came and with little interest when I turned back I saw the couple in their 50s. 
 Suddenly all my anger at them for being late went away and I felt as if someone had stolen my voice! We started from Delhi on our bikes and I, being the youngest of all, was in the front, a moment of pride it was indeed. We stopped for rest at a dhaba, and you know my immense love for dhabas. 

 I just gobbled down my food as if I hadn't had anything for months. Feeling content, I became aware of my surroundings and saw that old couple sitting together, the gentleman holding the hand of the lazy and whispering something in her ear and oblivious to the world around her, she gave a loud laugh every time. 
They looked beautiful, as if the Gods themselves had brought them together. Gradually, we headed towards our destination and since I was a lone driver, they often used to come and sit by me, trying to make a little conversation.
 I had started to like that couple; the lady looked radiant as she was happy, like really happy! The journey was beautiful and finally we reached Leh and and I saw them sitting by the campfire holding hands in hands listening to everyone's story! 
Once everyone except them was done, the group members turned their heads to them wondering whether they'd say something or not. I won’t lie, I myself was very curious to know about that couple!
 "I was in the army,” he said, “and this beautiful lady next to me is my wife." As he spoke, one could notice the blush of the lady's cheeks, making her look like a beautiful young bride.
 "I have known her for all my life", he added, "since the good old school days". "She loves to travel, and the only reason I am here is her; I owe it to her."
 He said that all his life when he was out on tours, it was she who never gave up on him, took care of kids and listened to him everyday. An irreplaceable confidante she had become. 
"It’s been over 30 years that we have been married", he said and right there, I could sense a proud and a happy man. That day, I was sure of the future I wanted, future I craved for.
 As they ended their story, everybody retired to their tents; I saw them still sitting near the fire, holding hands! That night changed me Priya
, I said! "I hope we be exactly the same!"
 She let loose a tear from her eye and said nothing. The nurse came in and asked her to leave for it was my time for chemotherapy. She gave me a smile, kissed my forehead and left! 
Some other time, in some other life, we both thought in our minds!