“New beginnings take time,” I said softly. “There is no need to rush anything. Start with simple things—walks, conversations, shared meals. Let comfort grow naturally.”
My father exhaled slowly, emotion gathering in his eyes.
Rekha nodded, her voice just above a whisper.
“I’m nervous too. I want us to take our time. I just need a little space to adjust.”
They both agreed to sleep in separate rooms for a while, giving each other understanding rather than expectations. Later that day, I found them sitting on the balcony, making tea together, quietly talking about the garden, the weather, and the children who played on the street below. There were no tears, just gentle questions and hesitant, hopeful smiles.
The Real Meaning of a Late-Life Marriage
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