A couple of weeks ago, i was in Goa with family and friends. agenda? Hah, what else? Just chilling!!! One early morning at the beach that stands apart from the rest of the time I spent there. We had decided to go swimming in the ocean early morning. but when we reached there, there was a slight nip in the air. I hugged my shirt little tighter and decided to get warmed up before diving in. as i sat on the sand, i took to my favorite pass-time, observing people around. I saw a Sikh gentleman, about my father’s age, grey beard, slow steps, walking along the waves, holding his wife’s hand.She too was an ordinary looking gracefully aging lady, clad in simple pajama n t-shirt. It was not the holding of hands that caught my attention. it was the look on their faces, the look of such contentment and quiet companionship. the comfort in each others’ presence and the silence, not needing any words. intermittently, they looked at each other, smiled, squeezed each other’s hand and continued walking alongside the waves. It was in that moment that i truly grasped what people meant by the word “soul mates”.