It was our marriage day. She sat there with her face staring the floor. I stood up to tie the Thali (mangal sutra) on her neck. The sastrigal (priest) asked us to look at each other before tying the Thali.
She looked at me. I looked at her. Our eyes met. She smiled. I smiled. Why did we smile?
Is this the mischief of our youth? Is this the seed for our love? Is this the bridge to unite our soul? Who knows?
Later years, I used to ask her why did she smile on that day at that moment. She will put an end to that conversation by asking me why did I smile on that day at that moment.
Her smile never left her.
PS: This is not my original. This is an English translation from a book written by a famous Tamil author about his wife. I liked this and so I thought I would share with my friends. But the feeling of the writer/the emotion of the writer cannot be felt in a translation.