Iyer and Irene
The names matched
The personalities didn’t
Yet they had an intangible something that held them together
From his veshti to her sleeveless dresses
From his temple to her church
The smiles on their faces
Made most hearts melt
One wondered how it had happened
Where the story lay
It had begun many monsoons ago
A stalled car. Rain pouring down in sheets.
A smile did it all.
Title credits to Ravi Sivaraman
2 comments:
Funny that.
I swear this is truth - my father's immediately elder brother - C. Venkatraman Iyer, married a Danish woman called Irene. So yeah, Iyer and Irene.
Perippa (father's brother) would sometimes shorten his name to C.V Raman.
C
mmmm. it's very warm and glowy-glowy. must be your state of mind. :-)
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