The Staircase #FridayFotoFiction
At age 92 Dadiji could not climb those stairs anymore.
But a mysterious smile lit up her face each morning as she lay down on her bed placed on the verandah so she could soak in the morning sun and her rheumy eyes focused on the staircase.
For these were the stairs that she, as a newly-wed 15 year old girl, ran up chased by her 21 year old Husband to the terrace at every opportunity they could get.
Away from the chores, the melee of relatives and responsibilities, where two young hearts found each other, love and created memories.