Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes

It has been a while since this happened. I don't think I'll be able to forget this anytime soon but I want to write it anyways as I'm thankful to have witnessed the incident. 

70 bus. Me standing. Maybe with clenched jaws. 100 ft Road and the crowd was only going to build in on and on. 

I was staring out of the upper glass panels vacantly when the bus halted at Karpagam Complex. A distinguished-looking old couple had mild confusion written over their well-aged wrinkles. Should we board this bus, it's already in standing? 

Yes let's do it.

The white-haired Thatha wearing ironed pants and a belt also took hold of the bar in the front door to board the bus along with the warm-coloured-sari-clad Paati, when the conductor asked the gentleman to board through the back door. 

The one in the front is for women and the rear door for men, by norm.

The Thatha backed off hurriedly. Paati stepped in slowly. One foot up, next up, then first foot reluctant. Neck craning above the seated people's heads. Eyes scanning the back.

A hand waved at her from there. Soon came into view the Thatha's triumphant face as he climbed up.

The Paati heaved a sigh of relief and promptly made her way up the remaining two steps.

I wasn't clenching my jaws anymore. Maybe I was smiling. 

They found happiness in travelling together (though slightly long-distance in term of bus length) in a town bus, while they were travelling together their lives.