The other day, I was having breakfast in a coffee shop- enjoying the crepe, coffee and musing over why conversations over coffee/tea are more popular than conversations over milk/coke- when an old couple, in their 70s I would guess, came and sat in the table next to me. They were very cute– both white haired, the man in jeans and a bob marley tee and the woman in khaki pants and a loose kurta. They ordered a sumptuous breakfast and started a conversation which took me by surprise. Without going into much details, I would say that it was a walk down memory lane. How he fell in love with her the day she bet him at the game of scrabble; how she was in awe of him when he got her bed tea the day after their marriage; how they held their son for the first time in their hands and the baby smiled; how he tried to woo her by gifting her a cauliflower after their fight and so on. The conversation ended with him reaching out for her hand and him saying– Woman I am so lucky I got the opportunity to bug you my whole life and at that moment she smiled like a newly-wed bride. That is the most beautiful thing I saw in a very long time. They left shortly after and I realized my coffee had gone cold and my crepe had become tasteless.