My name is Rajiv, and at 61, life surprised me with a love story I never expected. After losing my wife eight years ago, I lived in silence—my children visited only to drop off medicine and money before rushing away. Loneliness became my only companion.
Then, through Facebook, I reconnected with Meena, my first love from high school. She was widowed too, living mostly alone. Our chats turned into calls, and our calls into quiet evenings together. One day, half-joking, I asked, “What if these two old souls got married?” To my shock, tears filled her eyes—and that’s how we found our second chance.
Our small wedding was simple yet full of joy. But that night, when I saw the scars on her back, she confessed her late husband had abused her for years. I held her close and whispered, “No one will ever hurt you again—except me, for loving you too much.”
Now, every morning, her smile feels like redemption. True happiness, I’ve learned, isn’t in passion or youth—it’s in finding peace beside someone who understands your silence.
