Hiccups - Sip by Sip

The city line over the coast is shimmering as lava when it just spawns from the volcano and yes today there are also 'eruptions' over this lava just to make it more beautiful. I turn back to go and sit in the train which has arrived on Platform No. 7. Carrying my bag load, I go and sit inside the 2nd Class compartment. An old couple comes and sit across the aisle. They start talking, I cannot help it but overhear the conversation, the streets are lit bright on this night. The lady has two rolled newspaper packages in her hand, She is talking to him "We will eat them when we reach home". He replies"Its Ok! Lets have them now", in the background you hear amalgamation of noises from the swooshes, creeks, rattlings of the arriving and leaving trains, mixed with are the sounds of fireworks.She insists "We will have them at home when we have water to down it", he is adamant "Its ok, lets have them, we'll get some water from the next station". We all swing side to side as the train chuckles on the track. She hesitantly does some shifting between the packages and hands one package over to the old man. He puts effort into his vision, I see the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes growing deeper, he bends his neck for further focus & unfolds the crumbled newspaper of the package. More crackers burst, He looks up at her and says "Why did you give me the samosa, have it, its good!". She turns around on her waist taking her arms away while still looking at him and says "No! you have it..." He bends down his neck again , slouches over to start eating. The women smiles a little and starts eating too. I sit there to watch all this happen with a quarter filled bottle of water in my hand.The man starts to eat the bun, samosa and vada hastily. The women is eating in all her calmness. The man starts hiccuping, but tries to hide it. White Breads combined with a fried food have a tendency to dry out and become a bolus, that when the stomach goes into involuntary contractions, with the help of the diaphragm to throw the food back into the mouth for further chewing and breakdown of the food particles so that the stomach is able to mix the digestive juices well into the food; but throwing the food back is not allowed by the upper sphincter of the stomach thus causing the hiccup.He looks around while still hiding his hiccups from his wife, as she offered him not to eat at this time, as they didn't have water. I look at him, he looks at me. I raise my arms with bottle of water in my hand and nod my head. He smiles and wiggles his head sideways. I insist, he takes it, takes a sip; gives it to his wife. Their eyes meet and they smile, she has finished her food , she takes a small sip, which in no way would've quenched her thirst; hands back the bottle to him, their eyes meet for a second and they smile again. He finishes his snack and drinks a small sip to return back the bottle to her. Someone in the crowd greets another "Happy Diwali", "Same to you" is the reply.The women keeps the bottle in her handbag without taking another sip. The man asks for the bottle again; takes a couple of sips and gives the bottle back to her. She puts it back in her bag, they smile at each other once again.Right now, I feel bitter-sweet. Bitter - I don't have that 'someone' to share something with. Sweet - At least someone has a someone special to share his 250 ml of love with, Sip-by-Sip. And moreover, its been a lifetime......