And to think a married couple can never be happy if they do not have privacy. The tiny li’l space under the staircase right as you walk into my apartment building is home to our building watchman (ranganna) and his wife (renuka). Privacy in their lives is nil, but who says they regret it.
The scene that greets me every single evening as I return home from work is endearing, to say the least. Music strains through their battered old radio, it could be a long forgotten Kannada movie song or a really happening folklore from Yakshaganna, whatever it is, for ranganna and renuka, it is bliss. One rolls out the chappathi, the other heats it. Even as my neighbours and others in the flat walk past them, their conversation never stiffens.
For renuka and ranganna, it is a tiny world, truly. But nonetheless, they are the happiest twosome I’ve ever seen.
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