Sitting in the varendah, deep in thought, he reminisced the day he was married.
A strapping young boy of 24, fresh out of college brimming with potential was marrying a woman he didn't love.
Love in those times seemed to him a dream too far when on the eve of his sagan ceremony 'she' arrived.
Fate was idly smiling, destiny plotting a plan for his heart wasn't his anymore.
He sat on the dias confused with the to-be bride with a hundred eyes on him while his never flinched for a second from her face.
She stood behind her friend along his to-be bride, never attempting to look away from his eyes while each breath through her chest made her realize it was not something wrong.
She felt alive.
The boy picked his hand, placing in the soft bright heena colored bride's with eyes that had lost its sheen.
It had been 40 years since.
He remembered the joyful laughs, the honeymoon loft, their kiss on cliff and the first child.
Nothing to complain but still in love with his wife's best friend,he passed into a deep old man's slumber.
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