I was taking an evening walk this weekend. While approaching my residence lane, from a distance, I noticed two figures almost “not” walking. As I started approaching them, the figures became apparent and I could see this lady holding her husband’s hand. Both of them were old, above 65 years of age, and the husband needed a help of a walker for support and draw strength to move. Further, he was taking baby steps to walk the blocks, which revealed to me about his ill health. Yet, seeing that the lady is holding his hand gave me a sense of achievement. Achievement? Yes, achievement, because my heart was filled with soft sensation and happiness to see a married couple sharing the pain. As I was about to cross them, the man stopped and just nodded in order to take a brief stoppage. I crossed and soon reached the turn of the road. I turned back. I saw that her hand is still intact on his’. They started to walk again. The lady seemed to me relentless, patient; that’s companionship. I had to take this turn. I took the turn. But my outlook towards a selfless companionship had turned making me realize what it truly means. That was true companionship.
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