"In a small conversation with an old man who vends toys in the street corner, I figured out that he walks miles to reach this place to sell these little toys. In middle of all this he replied to my question to why he need to do so, at this age. He replied that he loves his wife a lot and for that single reason he justifies all this pain is reasonable enough to bear.
In his words, “I have to live to make my love live for some more days, may be as long as possible.”
I was silent, but not satisfied.
But then I walked away smiling, when I was asked to buy some flowers from his wife who must be selling somewhere in the next block. And I said yes.
As the evening train moved, I saw through the dusky window panes, this old man and his wife walking away hand in hand, singing some beautiful song. The flowers in my hands were still fresh, as fresh as their love.
Everyone loves. Everyone lives."
-Aroon Che
In his words, “I have to live to make my love live for some more days, may be as long as possible.”
I was silent, but not satisfied.
But then I walked away smiling, when I was asked to buy some flowers from his wife who must be selling somewhere in the next block. And I said yes.
As the evening train moved, I saw through the dusky window panes, this old man and his wife walking away hand in hand, singing some beautiful song. The flowers in my hands were still fresh, as fresh as their love.
Everyone loves. Everyone lives."
-Aroon Che
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