MaNan OS~ Thinking Out Loud

'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen
Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

The common foe that troubled both their loved one, had brought these two individuals together, yet it was the common love for music that had originally ignited a spark. A spark that evolved in to a full fledged fire, day by day, touch by touch.

He could feel a small smile creeping up her lips as they continued to sway to the song. He remembered how she was always there, as his pillar of strength, even when the times got tough. As an artist, he too had suffered from his fair share of failures in life. Their profession was a risk that both were filling to take, and when the times got tough, her one smile was enough to soothe a hard day at work.

Even emotionally, his companion for a life time was the one that bridged the gap between himself and his own mother. She came, she shook, she touched and finally she healed.

Slowly but surely, she had began to break those rough as concrete barriers, to find a vulnerable heart not willing to show its true colours. She found, fought and nurtured the good in him, to come out and to know it was completely fine to be, well, good in life.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
I just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand

They had fought. They had shouted. They had pushed and pulled.

In fact they never got along together to begin with, extreme opposing personalities they are, one naive the other arrogant. They never had the perfect fairytale life, heck what is even a perfect fairytale life? There are no happily ever afters' in reality. No, that is when life actually just begins.

Their personalities were too contrasting at the best of times, if he would say black, she would say yellow! Agreement on the issue of colours was always a fully fledged war.

Continuing to sway to the music, he closed his and rested his chin above her head, hearing a chuckle escape from her throat. Smirking a little at her thoughts, he knew that their height differences still amused her till this point in their lives.

He sighed and thanked her aiyapaa and their fireflies, for always looking after both of them. Their marriage was a risky one, no matter how crazy they were about each other.

Of course they had their fair share of petty arguments, the occasional breaking of a vase and the very often slamming of the door, though they never slept a night without reconciling.

More often than not, getting them to agree upon a issue was a cause for a democratic vote to be held in their household.

But both of them knew the value of love and trusted each other enough to never let go of their relation, no matter how ugly the spat.

Their ability to look past and embrace each other's differences was what strengthened their relationship, maybe even to this very point both the parties were doing the same~ Giving and taking a little at a time.

As the music came to a end in the Moorthy-Malhotra household, a couple in their 70's closed their eyes together for the last time.