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#401 - A small celebration ♥


This is going to be a special post because for the first time, my sweetest dearest wife Vidhya has written a poem for me, a simple one :) Here you go sweetheart! The stage is all yours:

हम हैं दो
मिलके बने एक
हमने लिखे ४००
आज है ४०१..
अब लिखते हैं हम जुगलबंदी
​आपको दिल से है धन्यवाद
मेरी यही है नई शुरुवात

Well as she said, from now on we will travel a few miles together :) and here is yet another special poem from Grandma, Swarna Kaur. Thanks Grandma, as always your poem makes me feel special. Little one, special thanks to you for making Vidhya's poem sweeter :D

कर्म क्रिया प्रतिक्रिया अनुक्रिया
क्रीड़ा करते जीवन प्रान्गड़ में
सुख दुःख की विराट कुहेलिका
धुप छाव करती काननं में
एक तार में पीरे ये मानस
होते नित आविगत अन्नंत में
काल चक्र देती गति सृष्टि को
सब अतीत होता अंत में

As most of you know, my sweet journey started with the poem titled First Waters, followed by milestone post by guest writers and me.

* #50 – Last Few Words by Kanwardeep Singh
* #100 – The First Little Milestone by Leo
* #150 – A Sweet Tribute to my Friends on Blog-o-sphere
* #200 – The Sweet Milesone by Jingle
* #250 – The Sweet Milestone by Simran Kaur, Geeta Singh and Mohini Purnaik
* #300 – A Haiku by me and a poem by Grandma Swarna Kaur
* #350 – and we are perfect two by me.
* #401 – Since, this is the first poem from Vidhya’s pen I wanted to give a start to her and that's why 401*

The journey is a mix of ups and downs, smiles and tears, still a sweet one and without Few Miles, I am nothing. Today, I am glad to have published one of my short stories 'The Last Date’ in the book Kaleidoscope: An eclectic collection of twenty-five amazing stories written by 25 different writers including me and this anthology owes its origin to an international short story competition organised by Springtide. I hope in near future or before I turn 30, I will publish my first novel. Stay with me my dear readers, friends and well-wishers.

Thank you for being there dear friends! Let's celebrate!!

Please raise your glasses and let's enjoy the champagne…



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#400 Memories of a lifetime!


There lived a person who happily enjoyed each and every second of his life! Do you know how? Any guesses?

If your answer is, “Yes, but each and every second is highly impossible.” Well, that was what I too said to my love Isha. She laughed and replied, “Well there lived a person and I know him personally.” I was not convinced; I know there is no such person lived in this earth, even if that person is God, as God itself had been put through many tough sticky situations.

She then made me read read his interview on a daily newspaper, I was surprised! How someone could happily lived each and every second of his life? And that person was none other than Isha’s grandfather – the shocking truth.

Radhakrishnan (1901 – 2001), nope Rocky, he preferred to be called so, was the head cook of Sir Archibald Edward Nye, the last colonial governor of Madras Presidency. He was a specialist in South Indian Cuisines, European Cuisines and Japanese Cuisines. He was always appreciated by Edward Nye and his own family for the taste and aroma he brought into the cuisines, his style and his experiments in brewing coffee. Apart being a cook, he was a good poet who wrote Kavithai in Tamil at nights. He was married to Kannamma and he fathered a dozen of children equal in both sex. And lived in small hut house in SothuKalvai. He always claimed that the secret behind India’s Independence was his cooking and on a fine day, he ordered Edward Nye to leave India as a token of appreciation.

There is a saying in Tamil, “uppittavarai uLLaLavum ninai” (உப்பிட்டவரை உள்ளளவும் நினை) means we should never forget the person who served or cooked food for you and the best way to pay for it is to obey their words.

Rocky’s belief was simple: first are the eyes that sees, second is the nose that smells, third is the tongue that tastes the food and finally to heaven!

The secret behind his happiness was simple: enjoy everything that you do. And he did that right from the time he woke up in the morning to the time he went to bed in the night and at times even after that. Below was the list, I would say the secret.

1. Early morning visit to the field: the pleasant smell of the fresh morning breeze and the smiling field associated him very much to the divine nature.

2. Bathing in the Coovum River: the freshness brought by the river to his body and then praying to God Sun gave him a fantastic start to the day.

3. Milking the cow: it was not just milk; the environment and many other things counted for him.

4. Brewing coffee: not an Italian cappuccino lover, but he brewed many different flavours of coffee and cherished the aroma associated with that.

5. Dosa lover: dose, dosai, dosay or whatever be the name; paper dosa, ghee dosa, podi dosa or whatever be the type, the fresh golden coloured recipe, the lasting taste in mouth and the aroma made his day a golden day.

6. Bullock cart travel to Eddy’s house: he was unique, as he enjoyed the dance of the bulls, freshness of the kolam on the road and everything made his travel wonderful.

7. Lunch Preparation: a group of ten people prepared food for the Governor’s house, but lunch was his bucket. He enjoyed preparing the meal; be it Sāmbhar, rasam, kara kolambu, meen varuval, vendakai poriyal, mutton thokku or whatever, he enjoyed the fragrance while cooking. The fragrance contributed by every ingredient when adding to the dish, he enjoyed even that!

8. Cleaning dishes: though the head cook, still he loved to clean the dishes to enjoy the bright shining faces of them.

9. Cooking dinner: he enjoyed cooking the dinner more than lunch as he cooked for his own family. And every day he was appreciated for the same.

10. Writing Poems: Tamil was an integral part of him. Writing Kavithai helped him to find peace. He not only wrote about the nation but also about food, the love for food and the way he enjoyed cooking.

11. To bed: the best part of the day was sleeping and he said that at least ten thousand times in this lifetime.

To everyone, he was a role model in his period, as he did whatever he enjoyed; even before dying; he said that he would enjoy the smell of death soon. And after reading his interview and after hearing more about him from Isha, I liked my own life. I started enjoying each and every fragrance around me, right from the morning fresh breeze to the most pleasant smell of romance at nights. In fact, I would say I started smelling life. And a lot of nostalgic memories were associated with different fragrances in my life because smell and memories always had a direct linkage as the smell activates the brain and recalls sweet memories. I wish I could list everything, but a few are listed below:

* First time, when I sensed the freshness of a newly born baby (Ashik, my nephew) I felt new, which words could never express. I did not stop instead I went ahead and started falling in love with fragrance around.

* First time after our marriage, when I was holding Isha’s hands sitting on windowsill, I loved the pleasant smell of wet winds and after that, even when I was alone wet winds always reminded of her.

* First time, when I was kissing Isha under a banyan tree after getting drenched in rain, the refreshing smell of the soil made the moment romantic and even now, whenever I kiss Isha I could recall the refreshing smell.

* First time, when I was cooking, the mouth-watering smell that comes out while seasoning the food was something I could enjoy every time I cook; still I feel that as one of the best fragrance ever smelled :)

*First time, the enticing smell of jasmines and roses and of course Isha’s are something that mesmerizes me on all romantic nights.

* The freshness of the new book (THE NOTEBOOK) and that of the old one (LOVE STORY) reminds me of the books in brackets.

Apart from the ones listed above, fragrance of Agarbatti, freshness of Sambarani, attraction of Ponds and Z Talc powder, perfume of old spice shaving kit, rasa karpuram, KFC Chicken, McDonald Burger, old or new book, all that cooked by my Mom and Isha, jasmines and roses, air freshener that changes Smelly Air to Smiley Air and every fragrance associated with my life in home or at work has some special memories and special stories.

Memories of a lifetime
Remains fresh over time
Either old or new
It can be a few
Still good to be heard
Though cherished or ignored
Freshness of a baby
Just born newly
Holding hands
To wet winds,
Jasmines or roses
Or of Isha’s
Smelly to Smiley
A life full of fragrances!


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*This is my 400th post and the next post is going to be really special as a special person has gifted a poem for me.

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An Unknown Relation Became A Special Relation


Beep... Beep... Beep...!

The alarm clock buzzing struck at 6:30 am. Lying in my bed in somnolent I opened one of my eyes, poked on the alarm clock and drown back to sleep again.

After a minute or so …

''Suhani, Are you still in bed? Get up sweetheart, you’re getting late! It’s already 6:35 am and by 7:00 am you've to reach to the bus stop. (Said my mother patting continuously on my back.)
I hate to go school Mum. Why they’re timed this early? Let me sleep please!

Don’t talk crazy, today it’s your English test and I don’t want to listen any complain from Miss Radhika. You've to score more than Sanjana. You’ll, Am sure. (said Mum to make me realize the stiffness of competition)
I am preparing your breakfast. Come down fast I’m waiting there on the table.

I came out of my room while muttering something to myself and rubbing my hands carelessly in tangled hairs. Every day I stand midst mesmerize to see my grandmother. She is too old. Have wrinkles from everywhere to everywhere, her tied locks of grey hairs,eyes closed and lips engage in enchanting prayer, sitting in a straight posture.The contentment and peace on her face a serenity calms me down and that’s how my day begins.

I touched grandma’s feet and greeted her, Satsriakal Bebbe (''bebbe'' in Punjabi we use to give respect to elderly lady)
She blessed me and kissed on my forehead
I walked on wheels and within 15 minutes I was ready for the school.
Bye Bebbe, please do pray for me. Love you!
Hi Sanjana, are you prepared well for the test?
Yes, but I am afraid how would be the questions. Are you?
Yes, I am ready too but not as nervous as you’re

Bebbe says, ''There is a possibility of everything but only when you tend to make it so with true efforts . ''Your efforts determines the part you deserve.''

Hey sweetheart, welcome home! How was your day? Hope you did well in test.
Yes Mum, I did my best and I am not worried how would be the result, Bebbe told me ''Try the best you can without caring of what would be the result because being true to yourself shall never let you stop or loose Hope. You know the efforts you made were true and will never go in vain''

I hoped Mum would agree to what grandma said but she said nothing!
I've made your favorite ‘Rajama Chawal’
Mumma you’re the best ( I said while hugging Mum tightly )
Oops! I forgot to inform you baby, you friend Shreya has invited you on her birthday party today.
Birthday party! Wow!!(I said with enthusiasm)
But have dance classes today and have got much home work to complete (I said in a dismay)
Don’t worry today you’re allowed to skip your dance class and I’ll help you in completing your home work when you’re back.
OK Mum! (Said I with excitement)
Here’s your pink frock, see I've got pink color hair band, clips and white belly. Mumma knows well I love fancy. I dressed up like a princess.

Bebbe, Main kive lag ri haan? (How’s I am looking?)
Bohot soni lag ri ve , nazar na lage mera sona puttar! Jaldi aa jaien (you’re looking so beautiful, God bless you!And come back in time)
Haan ji Bebbe (OK Grandma)

We all have a busy life or in better words personal lives that confine all of us within our known boundary, no matter who you are, your fringe is limited at the edge only. I am close to only two members in my family. One is my dear Papa, who usually has trips to different countries because of his profession and so as to earn bread and butter to fulfill all our desires. Whenever he come home without wasting my single minute…

Papa, what you've brought for me??
Pencils, colors, chocolates, dolls?
I've got all of them for you puttar ji.

He finds his happiness within mine. Papa is close to my heart not just because he fulfill all my wants but because he is the only one with whom I can share my problems and can get ultimate best solutions.

The second person close to my heart is Grandma. Though I don’t talk to her much or express my love but there is a special place for her in my heart. Where everyone is busy in the world of their own to sort out their problems, I see my grandma in the rarest of rare sitting at a place preaching God in silence.

We don’t tell her about the problems going on so as to not to make her worry yet she perceives the matters clearly. She has great intellect and instinct.

The fast and modern life of today where everyone do race to chase for their crave for materialistic things and a blind race to prove individual's supreme distresses her where little things have become even littler. Those little things actually belong to peace of mind, satisfaction, kindness and spirituality.

She would ask me to sit beside her and on Sundays we together sing Bhajans (Holy songs)

''रोम रोम में तुम्ही हो हरजी
रोम रोम तुम्हारा है
मैं तो बस एक बुत हूँ हरजी
स्पंदन तुम्हारा है
सभी जीवों के तुम्ही हो सृष्टा
तुम्ही से जीवनधारा है
निर्मल को तुम्ही बल देते
तू सबका पालनहार है’’


I observe each of her activities and words closely. She has a nature to react and correct immediately if one is doing wrong. Every now and then she tells what should be done and how should be done but never impose her decisions on us.

''My whole life had been full of sacrifices and I am satisfied that I followed my heart and instincts.''(said she while sharing her life experiences with the guests who come to our home)

''Follow your instincts. That's where true wisdom manifests itself''

It wasn't she wanted to sing of those moments she is proud of but she believed this would help people of today’s generation to lead their entire life in a better way with comprehension,cognizance and holiness.

They all listen to her, agree, some ponder over but never implement.

Whenever Grandma speaks of her life experiences I sit in a corner and listen her. Though I’m too little to understand her thoughts exactly yet I listen her with keen interest and try best to understand the meanings. I found them inspiring and thoughtful, realized when I was growing up! I got occupied with my higher studies. Already there used to be less of my and Grandma's conversation but now it had totally ceased.

Grandma’s health was degrading day by day, her speech unclear; she did not speak or eat anything. I was called!
One day when I came into her room to give her tablets, she ignored to have them. I was worried and asked her,
''Ki gal hai Bebbe, please tussi jidd na karo hunn’’ (What happened Grandma? please don't behave obstinate)
Nai puttar hun mein puri hon ja ri haan (No, my child I am going to die). She realized her end was near.
Meri ek gal yaad rakkhin (Remember my words)

She held me close and said
''The satisfaction of mind cannot be ample by the money but it can be procured with the light of knowledge in heart and mind.''

I found she wasn't able to open her eyes,unconscious and told her vision was getting blurred.
I shouted my family members for the help but by then we found she wasn't anymore. There was still the same contentment on her face. I cried within my heart as wanted to spend more time with Grandma but soon her words made me strong

When we get so much of love, we are at the top of the world and get madly blind within its sweetness! But when we realize that there is no one to love, we mourn over it!’’
''It's only our hunger or eagerness to grab the happiness, the main reason behind our pain and cries... This truth is totally unknown! The one who sows this excitement within is prone to it's loss.This is all the reality.''

There was an unknown relation between her giving and my receiving. Those strong soulful words said by Grandma associated an unknown relation of wisdom and self realization that became so special unbreakable till the eternity.

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Isha ♥ Sid


Listening to the Beethoven piano sonatas on her newly bought iPod shuffle through earphones, Isha lived in her own world – a world for her dead dream of living with someone special. She was clearly upset because of Sid, his newly found life and his lack of interest to spend time with her. And a question constantly pricked her heart: How could someone change so soon? I was a dream angel to him, can you believe, I was?

She was orphaned all of a sudden, like a golden fish out of a fish tank and her heart could not digest that. So she updated her status on Facebook as Isha is feeling confused and tweeted too hoping Sid would read it. Her bad time, neither her Facebook friends liked her status nor her twitter followers retweeted her tweets, not even Sid: she felt dejected.

Sid, unaware of Isha’s feelings for him, lived his newly found life happily. He stopped talking to her and he was least bothered about Isha, not even in his thoughts. He ignored her completely everywhere: Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp and on Skype.

Isha was unable to handle Sid’s misery, so she decided to end her pain in a simple way. She called him on his private phone but he did not pick up, so she sent a calendar invite. The invite was simple and clear: Subject as Suicide, Date was scheduled on the same day, Time was mentioned as half past one in the morning, as that was when she first met him in his dreams and the Message was short and crisp. The invite was accepted tentatively by him owing to his busy schedule.

She was afraid of pain, so she neither want to hang herself nor cut her throat, she also hated all other ways of committing suicide. Knowing the fact that buying sleeping pills would require doctor prescription, she bought a bottle of cough syrup so that she could drink in one go and sleep forever. And by one in the morning she was ready for committing suicide; she wore some makeup, her favourite half-saree, costly ornaments and she did all she could do for her, but her desire for living in his dreams failed her courage of committing suicide. She sat confused, so she updated her status on Facebook “Should I die or live?” and confused. This time, likes and comments flowed like a perennial river, wishing her to live long for hundred years and bless the pen of “Someone is Special”. She felt happy! And when she was on seventh heaven, she heard Sid knocking the door outside and shouting her name, so she decided to play a prank on him: to act like she committed suicide. She drank a spoonful of cough syrup and quickly emptied the bottle in the washbasin, wrote a suicide note, though only a half-written poem and slept with the cough syrup bottle in her hand.

Sid, who accepted the suicide invite tentatively thinking Isha is playing prank on him, got scared, as she did not open the door for long, so he broke the door open. On seeing Isha lying on the floor with a bottle in her hand, Sid broke into tears and started shouting I loved you Ish, shaking her body. He read the poem, which he believed to be suicide note:

I am caring for you,
From my heart,
All day and night, and yet
You fail to understand me.

I am thinking of you,
From my heart,
All day and night, and yet
You fail

He was reliving all the sweet memories he cherished with her right from the moments of madness he experienced in their childhood to the dance in the park on a rainy day in a romantic way. But his grief was short lived, as he heard Isha talking in her sleep. He then poured a bucket of cold water on her face and she woke up shivering shouting at him for all he did to her. He simply ignored all her complaints, went close to her, hugged her, kissed on her forehead, whispered those three magical words in her ears and promised that she is always the queen of his dreams!


…and after that incident they fought happily with each other like they did in the past!


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உனக்காக மட்டும்



அங்கு வர துடிக்கிறேன்
முடியவில்லை
வந்திருக்க மாட்டேன்
இந்த உண்மை
நான் அறிந்திருந்தால்

ஒரு குதிரை இருந்திருந்தால்
வந்திருப்பேன் அக்கணமே
உன் கண்ணீரை துடைபதற்கு

நீ இல்லாமல்
நான் நானில்லை

உனக்காக மட்டும்
என்றும் நான்!!

என்றும் நட்புடன்,
சரவணகுமார்


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A hobby


At the stroke of midnight…she slit his throat.

Two days later, she read about a murder of a twenty-five-year-old young man in a local newspaper.

Five murders in the last three months, all the five were killed by slitting throat.

She laughed silently as it is her new hobby. A fresh bloodthirsty hobby #CelebrateKilling


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Love Beyond Eternity...

It appeared to be the most consummate evening to fall in love. The breeze effused the subtle fragrance of lilies, roses and orchids that enticingly decorated the cruise ship which was taking its passengers to the exquisite city of Paris. He was leaning casually against the railing that ran all along the deck when his eyes fell on the most alluring beauty on earth.


She stood at the farthest end, near the bow, gazing at the descending sun with her lotus-shaped eyes. Her sharp nose adorned her face like a strawberry on a perfect cake. Her angelic  pink lips seemed soft and delicate rosebuds. In her gorgeous black dress, she was absolutely pulchritudinous.


For him, she was the Aphrodite herself.  All he, then, wished for was to be with her; so he gave rest to his racing thoughts, wings to his feet, and within moments he was by her side.


She looked a bit startled at his arrival but quickly regained her composure. He bent a little, kissed her hand chastely, and introduced himself. Her eyes seemed to have known him forever, glad that he finally turned up. But, her form did not betray her emotions and she curtsied, instead, like a stranger.


After a couple of hours of joyous chatter, unmindful of the darkening skies, they were roused out of their dreamy rendezvous by a formally clad young member of the waitstaff.


“The dinner and dance is now open. We’d love it if you join us.” he invited, politely.


It was now a piece of cake for him to ask her to spend more time with him. He was on cloud nine, as he was with his dream girl.


He nodded at the young fellow, smiling as he offered his hand to her and she took it, walking slowly in the pleasant silence punctuated by the mild wind, as the server led the way.


After a merry dinner, she shyly asked him for a dance. He was overwhelmed with the way things were working out. He jumped up at the golden opportunity to hold the Aphrodite close to himself, to feel her warmth on his chest, her breath on his neck and if he got lucky, perhaps even taste her lips.


They swirled effortlessly, oblivious to the surroundings, mesmerized in each other’s company.


“You dance brilliantly!” she told him, her cheeks flushed.


“Not better than you, my Aphrodite.”


“My Aphrodite?” her laughter resounded.


“Yes, for me, you are the Aphrodite.” he told her, gazing into her eyes.


“I am not amazed at Aphrodite, it’s the my that surprised me.” she giggled, unable to hide her pleasure.


She was laughing like never before, her heart brimming with happiness, her face radiant. His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her in, his lips almost on hers. She felt his breath on her lips, her heart beating in sync with his; their eyes locked, lost in their own world.


“I love you.” he whispered softly.


Her face resembled a glowing red rose, her eyes dazzled with her love for him. That shy response was enough for him; he closed in, his head tilted and captured her full lips in his. She kissed back fervently, her hands running slowly through his hair.


She pulled away to catch her breath, her sparkling eyes not leaving his impassioned ones. She watched him as he bent on his right knee, letting go of her hands.


“I want to spend my whole life seeing your face, and fulfilling your every wish. Will you grant me the pleasure of calling you my better half? Will you marry me, Vidhya?” he said, extending his right hand, his stance unpresuming.





Her face broke into a huge smile,


“How many times do you want to marry me, Sarav? It’s our fifth anniversary; we’ve already been married for four years.” she giggled like a lovestruck adolescent girl.


“Every day you make me fall in love with you, all over again. Four times is too small a number. I would marry you for hundred times if I could. Come on, answer me now. Will you marry me?" he persisted, still on his knee.


Vidhya smiled at the innocent way in which Sarav expressed his immense love for her. She believed herself to be the luckiest wife in the universe.


She gently placed her hand in his and he stood up,


“I will.” she breathed into his ear, arms wrapped tight around him.


Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

~ William Shakespeare.


A very special mention to Miss Henna Multani                                                       
for marvelously editing my post.
She pens down at Entangled...
Story and dedication by
Ayushi Khare or Aayu (as Sarav named me)
and I spill my ink at Adolescence



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a love story

A JESSY AND JERRY LOVE STORY

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"

Jerry is a typical fun loving soul, caring, playful and lovable, a wonderful companion to life. He has golden-brown eyes, cute ears, pale pink lips, sharp teeth and a milky-white complexion. His moustache is very big, in fact, that is what makes Jerry look smart. He was the only companion to the newly married couple Sid and Isha. In the initial days of her marriage life, Isha was afraid of Jerry, but his playful character made her fall in love with Jerry.

It was Isha’s 21st birthday, the first birthday after their marriage, so Sid surprised her by gifting a cute 6-month-old puppy. They named her as Jessy, and that was when Jerry met Jessy. A cute little sweet puppy who loves licking the most, her small black eyes, sharp nose, tiny ears and her cute voice swept Jerry off his feet. Jerry wished a life with Jessy.

Jessy, though a new entrant still glued well with the couple in the first few days of her arrival and Jerry was distanced from them because of the injuries he carried in his last street fight with his fellow street cats, which created jealously feeling in his heart. Jerry meowed every night before his master went to sleep hoping Sid would hear his cry, which Sid ignored. Hearing Jerry’s cry every night Jessy felt pity on him.

On fine day, she approached Jerry and admitted that she fell for him, for his voice and character. Though Jerry was adamant in maintaining his pride, in due course of time, he fell for Jessy and they both developed a good relationship over time. They kissed each other whenever they made love to each other. Jerry was back in shape and Jessy’s love made his recovery faster and easier. And the couple were happy on seeing the pets’ passionate love.

On an ill-fated day, when Sid and Isha has gone out for shopping Jessy was very much hungry, so she ran out to road, hoping she would meet Sid and Isha, but only to be disappointed and to be badly hit by a car. Blood started oozing from mouth, nose and all over body, her breathe strained, eyes dimmed and slowly she became unconscious. Nobody cared to take her to hospital, as she is just a dog.

Jerry who woke up lazily searched for Jessy in and out of the house, but his search went in vain, so he went out looking for her. He meowed continuously hoping she would rush to him, but all he saw was heart wrenching, as Jessy was lying on a pool of blood on the road. He rushed to her, crying badly and pulled her inside the gate so that not any other vehicle would run on her again. He then ran to the shop where Sid and Isha was there and alarmed them about what happened to Jessy. Sid being very close to Jerry read his emotions and ran to the house only to find a half-dead Jessy. Isha broke down. Sid took Jessy to hospital, where she was operated in ICU. She was in a danger condition and was put to observation.

Jerry being an atheist sat along with Isha and offered prayer to God. 'God, I want to make a wish.' Jerry nodded his head and Isha continued, 'I want to see Jerry and Jessy happily together again.' And Jerry licked God’s feet wishing the same.

Jessy was positive and recovering well. And in a week’s time, she was discharged from the hospital after a major surgery to her left eye, which was removed after being found gangrenous.

On seeing Jessy, Jerry was out of control, his emotions were indescribable, he rushed to her and started licking all over her body as his wish was granted by God.

On seeing Jerry and Jessy, Isha asked Sid, 'What kind of love story is this idiot?'

Sid said, 'An innocent love story which I have never seen or heard so far.' And Sid kissed Isha passionately as God granted his wish and he can call himself a responsible father after eight months.

Isha said, 'Those were the best days of my life! And it will continue to be the best. Definitely, arranged marriage is a magic!'


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