“How did you end up meeting each other?” I asked them.
“It was like this…” she began. After a moment of pause, she said in a low voice, “actually, I do not quite remember.”
“Yeah you have started to forget things,” he took the floor. “It has been quite some time now.”
He reiterated the story with details as precise as a 10-point archery shot. He reminisced of the exact color of her luggage, what the nature of their conversation was on the train, and how he had left her at her brother’s place given that the only mode of transportation was a bullock cart.
“We married that Falgun,” she said.
“Yes, Falgun is a special month for me,” he opined.
I kept on hearing what they had to say. They kept on saying things.