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They were truly made for each other! :thumb:
He was a six footer, tall, slim and handsome in the style of the Hollywood heroes of the 1940s.
She was small, short, petite, with curly hair and beautiful in her own way.
They loved each other so much that they never minded not having a child to dote.
Her life ran around him as its axis and his whole life was she and nothing/ no one else.
When both of them became old together, she became his ears and he became her eyes. They complimented to each other's defects so smoothly that no one but the close family knew of this.
Small wonder she looked lovingly at his face for hours at a stretch before his body was taken away.
She flung her arms around his lifeless body hugging him and cried her heart out.
If he were not kept in the ice box, she might have spent the long lonely night with his head on her lap.
May be the ice box serves additional purposes in addition to delaying the decay.
I bet she finds her life completely empty now - with nothing to do and no one to care for or look after.
May God give her courage to pull through the crisis and find a new meaning for her remaining life.
She can never join the band of local mamis - who when liberated from duties - make up for the last years by becoming busy tourists and paint the city in every color other than red!
She has her pooja paat routine. I hope it will give her solace and strength and go on with her life.
ray:
He was a six footer, tall, slim and handsome in the style of the Hollywood heroes of the 1940s.
She was small, short, petite, with curly hair and beautiful in her own way.
They loved each other so much that they never minded not having a child to dote.
Her life ran around him as its axis and his whole life was she and nothing/ no one else.
When both of them became old together, she became his ears and he became her eyes. They complimented to each other's defects so smoothly that no one but the close family knew of this.
Small wonder she looked lovingly at his face for hours at a stretch before his body was taken away.
She flung her arms around his lifeless body hugging him and cried her heart out.
If he were not kept in the ice box, she might have spent the long lonely night with his head on her lap.
May be the ice box serves additional purposes in addition to delaying the decay.
I bet she finds her life completely empty now - with nothing to do and no one to care for or look after.
May God give her courage to pull through the crisis and find a new meaning for her remaining life.
She can never join the band of local mamis - who when liberated from duties - make up for the last years by becoming busy tourists and paint the city in every color other than red!
She has her pooja paat routine. I hope it will give her solace and strength and go on with her life.
ray:
