Honeymoon@70
During my final year of college, our department organized a trip to Agra and New Delhi. There was a quiet excitement in the air—college life was coming to an end in just two months, and all of us wanted to hold on to memories that would last beyond classrooms and examinations. We boarded the Tamil Nadu Express to Agra, and my two friends and I were seated near an elderly couple, perhaps in their seventies. From the very beginning, they seemed genuinely delighted to meet us. They asked us questions about our studies, our hometowns, and our plans after college. We answered with ease, happy to engage in conversation. They told us they were from the Pudukkottai district of Tamil Nadu and were traveling to Agra. The journey was long—two and a half days—and my friends passed the time in their own ways. On the second day, as I sat talking with the couple, the elderly man slowly began to share his life story. He told me that theirs was a love marriage. For years, his wife had dr...