The bench
"Aga, I am off to the park. I will be back by lunch", Shreedhar called out as he wore his chappals to step out for his morning walk. He noticed the packet of milk still outside the door. "Radha is getting old now. She forgot to get the milk in", he smiled as he thought to himself. He picked up the milk pouch and kept it in the refrigerator. He knew she hated it when he called her old, and he enjoyed teasing her. And then he remembered, she had mentioned something about going to her sister's house for a week. Shaking his head, he thought, "Maybe I should stop teasing her now" The park had been his go to place every morning since he retired. He was a doctor and retirement had been hard on him. From being "the most wanted person", as Radha liked to tease him, to sink into oblivion, had been tough. He never really had time to make friends and he had worked well into his late 70s. It was only in the past few years that he had completely shut dow