Over Cookies and Coffee - Part 2

When the crazy world rested upon their comforters, that was 
when they went for strolls. The dim streetlights, few barking dogs, rare reckless bikers and a couple of sleeping, homeless people on the pavement, were the only sights around in that small town. 

Of course, that never bothered them, instead, they enjoyed their ignorance for they let them be themselves. Cupid strikes or scientifically speaking, when Oxytocin is released, does anybody care about the rest of the world? At 56 and 65, falling in love and building their own little kingdom could have sounded weird to most of them. But, age… what’s that? 

Mark Twain once said, 'Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't even matter.' And for them, it was the most blissful feeling so rightfully, it never mattered.

Her dyed black, wavy hair was loosely tied at the nape of her neck, his grey black strands of hair gently moved in the pleasant breeze. They held hands as they walked, their deep brown eyes lit up every time they looked at each other, sometimes she leaned herself on his arms since his tall stature made her difficult to reach his shoulder and rest her head.

How badly she abused her backache for the doc barred her from 
wearing  pretty, high-heeled stilettos! They had metamorphosed into memoirs of youth... ugh... sigh!

This made him enjoy more, dodging his shoulders 
numerous times, only to see those frowns and scowls sandwiched in her smiles. Every moment together was pocketed and sealed with a Midas touch.

Yes indeed, they were precious…  from sipping wine, to crunching on tortillas, devouring those chilli chicken pieces or talking just about everything, excitedly laughing, crying, supporting and to the cajolery between those crumbling bed-sheets and falling pillows. It was their world, their kingdom. 

Love never has to be perfect, it just has to be what you feel it is.

Hit the link to read their beginning -  

https://jiaplays.blogspot.com/2019/05/over-cookies-and-coffee.html