I adore love stories so this is about my Bua and Phuphaji .They had got married sixty years before .I never saw them holding hands or saying endearments .In fact as long as I remember they were always pulling each other,s legs ,complaining about each other good naturedly .Later on I realized that this also was a way of showing love and intimacy .They also had their moments of romance .Bua had married into a very conservative family .She could never go out alone with her husband it was always a big entourage .They desperately wanted to get a studio portrait made .So when once when they went out in a big group she pretended to want to go to wash room and Phuphaji pretended irritation and than quickly took her to the studio and got their portrait made .It was another thing that they had to keep the portrait hidden for years .
Another incident I recollect is when I went to watch' Bobby 'a romantic movie with my friends .In the interval I saw Bua Phuphaji munching Popcorn .Before I could avoid them they saw me and called me .Imagine my surprise when they told me not to tell their children about this .It was their secret .I found it very romantic that they had taken time off to be together .
Fifty eight years Bua looked after Phuphaji but than she had a paralytic attack ,lost her speech and mobility .She was totally bed ridden for the last two years. Phuphaji cared for her like there was no one else .Last week when she died he looked so forlorn but there was a satisfaction too, his worries were over, he never wanted his beloved wife to be a burden on anyone so it was a duty fulfilled .Isn't it a beautiful story of togetherness !