The old couple sat on the porch . The plastic chairs were finely dusted with the early morning spray of rain. The leaves of the potted plants dripped steadily with weighted pearls of moisture .
The air was crisp , rain washed . Both held a cup each . His morning herbal tea , her coffee sans sugar . Both sat and took a simultaneous sip . The resultant sigh was also simultaneous .
He started to talk , about something , somewhere , in the distant past . She tried listening , then she gave up . He continued talking , his voice a comfortable , familiar sound in the background . She looked at him , with a faraway smile . Somewhere on the horizon , the sun broke out from behind the cloud cover . A dazzling rainbow flooded the vista . It was magical . With his thick glasses , he missed the light effect by the providence .
“It was the best of the times , wasn’t it ? ” He rounded off his reminiscing .
She smiled . Almost grabbed him by his chin and turned his face to the glorious sky , and asked “What about now ? Eh?”
But she just smiled and held his hand , the free hand .
