Running Between the Wickets
She giggled like a wild little girl as the garland settled around her neck. The house was fragrant with blooming roses and night queens. Old friends were back, naughty as ever, clapping and cheering their aged lungs out!
"Your turn! Your turn! Now throw your garland round his neck!!"
She giggled even more, her face pink with emotion. It had been exactly fifty years since she had last done this. The tall, old man with moonlight-white hair standing before her now, had been a young, flamboyant fellow, then. Her children and grandchildren often say that she herself had been an elfin beauty!
The cheers were growing louder now. Suddenly self-conscious and overcome with a crazy shyness, she just handed him his garland. A disappointed "Ooohhh.." resonted through the crowd. The old man smiled his evergreen boyish smile and slipped the garland on by himself.
Excited chatters ran boldly round the room. Cameras clicked - like they had fifty years ago - when they had married each other.
In a moment of unconquerable nostalgia, she hugged him lightly, smiling uncontrollably. Fifty years of two lives spent together as one. Fifty years of a journey through sun and rain, storm and breeze. Fifty years of loyal love. Pride filled their hearts as it did mine. I was standing there, looking at the happiest couple on earth - my very own grandparents...!
At a time when love stories have become nothing different from running between the wickets in a game of cricket, with lovers struggling to make a few years together without being hit out, my grandparents have made fifty...The ball got lost somewhere and never returned to the crease...the opponents are in a permanent fix... ;)
"Your turn! Your turn! Now throw your garland round his neck!!"
She giggled even more, her face pink with emotion. It had been exactly fifty years since she had last done this. The tall, old man with moonlight-white hair standing before her now, had been a young, flamboyant fellow, then. Her children and grandchildren often say that she herself had been an elfin beauty!
The cheers were growing louder now. Suddenly self-conscious and overcome with a crazy shyness, she just handed him his garland. A disappointed "Ooohhh.." resonted through the crowd. The old man smiled his evergreen boyish smile and slipped the garland on by himself.
Excited chatters ran boldly round the room. Cameras clicked - like they had fifty years ago - when they had married each other.
In a moment of unconquerable nostalgia, she hugged him lightly, smiling uncontrollably. Fifty years of two lives spent together as one. Fifty years of a journey through sun and rain, storm and breeze. Fifty years of loyal love. Pride filled their hearts as it did mine. I was standing there, looking at the happiest couple on earth - my very own grandparents...!
At a time when love stories have become nothing different from running between the wickets in a game of cricket, with lovers struggling to make a few years together without being hit out, my grandparents have made fifty...The ball got lost somewhere and never returned to the crease...the opponents are in a permanent fix... ;)
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