This sketch was born from a simple moment of imagination and observation. It captures a story not told in words but in gestures—the quiet hug of a couple who have journeyed through a lifetime together.

In their closeness, we see comfort. In their stillness, we feel strength. Love, as it matures, becomes something beautifully unspoken. It no longer needs the loud declarations—just a soft arm around the back, and a heart that still listens.

May we all grow old like this—with someone who holds us not just with their arms, but with their entire life’s memory of us.

“Under the Golden Moon”

Beneath the mellow golden moon,
Two shadows merge in quiet tune,
Years may fade, but not the grace,
Of love that time cannot erase.

His hand around her weary frame,
Her smile—still shy, still just the same,
Gone through storms and weathered pain,
Yet here they stand, in love again.

The skies turned from blue to gray,
But their hearts still beat younger way.
Each wrinkle tells a tale once told,
Of tender nights and hands to hold.

No diamonds, roses, grand parade,
Just soft old arms in love arrayed.
A red-clad warmth, a yellow sun,
Two lives, two hearts, forever one.

And as the world keeps rushing past,
Still found the kind of love that lasts.
With every step and every sigh—
They walk as one beneath the sky
(Vijay Verma)

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