So my parents complete 25 years of their marriage in a week. I've been sifting through their photographs, trying to freeze them in time. An attempt to show them what it was worth all this while.
There was one I found, where the four of us are in Simla, and I come up to my father's waist. So I must be, like, three feet tall. Another one of those time does fly moments. But this one is different. Cause it concerns two people who've been my foundation, my everything. Just thinking about it nowadays makes my eyes well up. Like right now.
"If after 25 years of marriage, I was even half as happy as you both, I'd consider myself lucky."
