Taj Mahal.

"Look at this, honey," he pointed his finger to a picture in an old newspaper.

"This is so beautiful. What is this monument?" she asked, intrigued.

"Taj Mahal. It is called symbol of love."

"Wow. How far is this from here?", she asked, still looking at the picture.

"Thousands of kilometers away, in India," he replied reading slowly from the newspaper.

"You know, here it is written that a king built Taj Mahal in the memory of his beloved wife," he continued.

"This is so fascinating. Will you do something like that for me after I die?" she asked smiling.

He closed the newspaper and took the blanket lying beside him.

"Umm. Maybe I won't be able to build a Taj Mahal for you, but one day I will build a home for us. Not after you, but with you." He vowed while covering both of them with the tattered blanket.

The homeless couple finally fell asleep on the footpath dreaming of their future Taj Mahal.