waiting

 

Marriage has a certain symmetry, Sheila thought. At the start and at the end, one says, "Yes, I do."

She walked slowly from the Court to the exit. 

Sheila felt a hand on her arm. It was Ashok’s daughter. Her father was standing near a car.

‘Aunty, we have been waiting...’

Borrowed from my short story 'The First Lover':

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-lover.html