A train story
Short Story<THE MARRIAGE STORY AND ITS MORAL
I was on a Calcutta-bound Rajdhani when a fascinating family drama unfolded across the passage. I was occupying a berth on the passage side of the coach. Opposite me the four berths were taken by two couples – a pair of young billing- and- cooing newly weds and a comfortably chattering and graying pair.
I could gather that the senior pair of partners were on their way back home after visiting their son in Delhi, while the junior ones were going to their home town on a vacation.
Lulled by the soothing chatter and contemplating the blissful state of matrimony – I was single then – I was dozing off, when a disruption in the flow caught my attention. All was not well with the young love-birds. He had ceased billing and was scowling into a newspaper, occasionally snapping at her in gruff…
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