He kept looking at her as they took their favourite seat by the window overlooking the flowing river past them. The wind blowing teased her while playing with the loose strands of hair. He was silently sitting her, losing himself in the voice of her endless talks. She kept telling how miserable the time away from him had been for her and now the people in the city were kind enough to let her be her own self without putting her in the cage of expectations.
Meanwhile, the waiter arrived with a genuine smile and he heard her tell him all his favourite dishes. He was already tempted with the feast that was to arrive. The food arrived a few minutes later and his stomach could be heard growling. She served it most of it for him and took little portions for herself. Her glass of wine awaiting the toast for the evening.
An elderly man came up to her and spoke to her with a warm smile, glancing once or twice at him. He couldn’t hear what they talked about. The only thing he could hear was the toast she made picking up her glass in return to man’s, “To the Golden Retrievers! To everyone’s best friend! To my kaleidoscopic happiness!”
He jumped off the chair and went around her chair and showered her with her love in all the ways he could before she picked up him and placed him back on the chair opposite to him.
Happiness is more than just a word. As we grow old we often forget to take notice of little moments of joy and feel bliss out of random things. Here’s an attempt to find something hidden in the little corners of heart… 💕
Let’s make this world a happier place, with one story at a time!