They were the only couple that I had seen eating from the same plate, sipping water from the same glass and at night when they slept in bed, she insisted that he should lean his back against her’s or else she would not get sleep!
He was calm, deliberate, and conservative. She was hyper, a little off at times (!), heart of gold and willing and game to try anything! When they left for England, it was she who was eager and ready for a new life. She kept everything going—held down a job and sold home-made kulfis (Indian ice-cream) as a side business.
When their younger son committed suicide, it was she who was the strong one and went on with life, saying “It was his choice as an adult, we could not do anything.” He, on the other hand, was heartbroken for his son and died inside at that moment. The rest of the two years was a mere effort at living and he welcomed death when it came, as it had already claimed a big part of his life.
She was sad at losing her partner, but true to nature, she went on from there, still the optimist. She told me that she missed not leaning against his back when she slept and also missed eating from one plate at mealtimes.