This candid shot was taken while I was waiting at the airport. One of the very few times when I actually missed having a companion in my life (a feeling that lasted for exactly 5.5 secs before I came to my senses :)
There's something endearing about such, almost, platonic gestures.
I remember my early years in Bangalore. It was a beautiful garden city. And every evening at about 5.30 pm as I stepped out of the office for a coffee break I would see an old anglo-indian couple. They must have easily been in their late 70s.The lady was usually dressed in a simple, but elegant cotton dress, ballet shoes and pale pink lipstick with her hair neatly done, and the gentleman in formal trousers, shirt and a cap.
He would hold his lady's hand and they would cross the road and sit on the stone steps for an hour or so. Sometimes, they would chat. Sometimes they would just hold hands and sit in a comfortable silence watching the world go by. At times she would gently lean onto his frail shoulders and he would wrap his hands around her aged shoulders.
I would stand there captivated by the elderly couple thinking -I want that in my life. Of course life has different plans for me.
After two years I never saw the couple again. My guess is one of them died of old age and that the other soon followed.
Even if you don't have such love in your life, it makes you happy to just see two people share such a unique bond built upon years of love, respect and friendship.
That's what I felt when I saw this couple. Happiness! Love, in any form or shape makes you happy -that's the bottom line.
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