The cabin in the train was fairly full by the time they came in. They looked husband and wife and there was little conspicuous about either. The guy was lean and upright, had a stubble. He wore a white shirt. His demeanor was more on the rustic side. She was short and plump, wore a long black robe that highlighted her religion. He looked around 40 and she must have been about five years younger (assumption by convention). The only time I conversed with them was through an apology when I mistook their bottled water for mine. He shrugged it off with a friendly smile. I noticed them having dinner soon after, from the same box, not conversing with each other during the time.
The train had three berths on each side to sleep in, one above the other. They had one ticket on the top, and the other middle. Soon after, she ventured to get on the middle berth; she could not, her bulk restraining her. He quickly went close to her, held her with both hands and helped her mount the berth. It was a natural thing that any guy would do for his girl, but the expressions on their faces were priceless. He had the calmest expression, his attention solely on her, oblivious to everything else in the world. She had a demure smile, looking around consciously, the beautiful look of uneasy coyness.
I am not sure others in the cabin noticed, but I felt the unhindered love flowing between them. It was beautiful and uncommon 'in these days of degenerating decency' (courtesy a famous regional movie dialogue). It was a minor moment to treasure and I wish them lots of love all their life.
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