There's an old photo of a young couple. Taken with a camera, with timer, on a tripod.
They are on a bed. She in a silk saree, with a shy smile, a delicate hand on his arm. He in red kurta pyjama, serious, definitely the macho breadwinner who should be in a portrait passed on for centuries.
It should have been a movie. Then, we could have seen the next scene.
"Arrey, get a car from your folks, no? So tired of walking to office."
"Boss, why don't you make sure you will get your family home?"
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