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Neil's Hospitality 😅

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A little later, somebody came into the room. A beautiful girl in alight green top and black denim,
with a tray in her hand, carrying soft-drinks in beautifully carved glasses. It was Riya.. The day
before, I had not noticed how beautiful she was. But how could I, when her still more beautiful sister
was in front of me. Anyway, neil was happy with one more thought, ‘Beautiful Saali too.’
So, this is how it started. With cold drinks and a whole lot of snacks, dry fruits and sweets. Riya
and her mom joining us with their chitchat. Questions from her mom: How was my family doing
back
in Mumbai? For how long was I going abroad? And many more … At times, she talked about their
family, which means that I got to know once more, the things I already knew.
Sunehri would be here in
half an hour or so.
Already, there were so many similarities between avni and me. And, now, I saw so many
similarities between our families too. Both were religious-minded and believed in simple living.
Her mother, in each and every aspect, appeared just like my mother.
As we talked, I occasionally kept raising my eyebrows looking at riya, silently asking her about
her elder sister’s whereabouts.
‘Have patience. She is getting ready. Sirf aapke liye hi,’ she replied and laughed at me. Then she
brought me a plate, ‘Take one samosa.’
‘Haan beta, lo na,’ her mom insisted.
And this continued
‘Oh! Have some cashews.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Try this aaloo bhujia.’
‘No, please. I’m stuffed.’
‘No, no … Take some. All right, try this dhokla then. You will love it.’
‘A … a … all right. But this is the last one.’
‘Arey, aap to kuch le hi nahi rahe ho … Yehlona.’
‘Nahin, please. Thanks. Bas, bas, bas! This is too much …’
With so much, I feared constipation and, if not that, definitely loose motions.😂

Almost twenty minutes passed and there was still no sign of the girl I had come there for. Back in
that room, the four of us were talking to each other. At times, riya and nitin were smiling at each
other.
Then all of a sudden, a voice traveled from inside, ‘riyaaaaaaaa!’
‘Lo, ho gai taiyaar maharani,’
(Indeed she is right readers)

Riya said, getting up from her chair and going to avni.
Moments later, I heard two different footsteps approaching us.
There she was. My angel in a ravishing suit: pink saree and a bit designer blouse..with beautiful rose  border with many shiny stones making uneven lines on it. Her hair, long and silky. Glossy lips and those
glittering ear rings.

She looked at me and said, ‘Hi!’
‘Hi!’ I responded with a smile, amazed at how beautiful she looked.
There was a different kind of hesitation between us now, to talk to each other in front of
everybody. Still, we went ahead.
With her eyes she asked how she looked.
And I said, ‘You look amazing.’
‘Thank you,’ she said and joined us.
She sat right in front of me. She really looked so beautiful in Indian-wear. I wished everybody in
that house would vanish for a couple of hours, so that I could keep staring at her that way.
We all started talking. Every now and then, she was adjusting her saree. On her mom’s insistence, she picked up a few cashews from the dry-fruits bowl,
leaving the dhokla and rasgullas because they would mess her lipstick. At times, she looked at me and
noticed how I was looking at her with everyone around and she silently begged me to take my eyes
off her. But men will always be men.
To break her spell on me, she started talking to me.
‘What time is your flight tomorrow?’
‘7:30 in the morning.’
‘So you’ll have to leave the hotel at around 4:30, then?’
‘Yeah, I have to wake up early tomorrow.’
And we all kept talking for a while. I was much more comfortable by then, apart from the fear of
being offered more food. Nitin wanted to leave. He had just risen from the couch when we heard a
car arriving at the gate.
‘Hey! Sunehri aa gayi,’ riya almost sang that, rushing to the door and peeping out.

And few seconds later,  sunehri came in, wiping their shoes on the door-mat.
Everyone stood up to welcome them, as if they were the ones for whom we all had assembled.
Seeing them, I got up too.
‘Wow! Such a warm welcome for the daughter .Hmm …

In her black top and blue denim, sunehri  looked like a professional, 21
st century lady. Her denim
was in the latest, weird fashion—the one in which girls would fold up their jeans’ legs a few inches
above their ankles, showing the light, inner colour of the denim. I don’t know what’s so exciting
about it. We guys used to do that while playing soccer in mud, in our school days. Her glasses had a
stylish frame, and she had a different style of tying her hair at the back—of course, a modern one.

After shaking hands and saying ‘hi’ and ‘hello,’ everybody settled down on the sofas and chairs.
Conversation started again.
‘So how are you, neil?’ sunehri asked.
‘I am fine, thanks. How are you guys doing?’ I asked, looking at her ‘Pretty good. And
how are your parents and brother back there?’
Sunehri asked
‘They are doing well,’ I replied with a smile.
And so we continued our chitchat on various topics: my office, their office, avni's office; the
different places we visited, which was a chance for me to boast about my trips abroad; Delhi traffic,

And, yes, there was a second round of snacks and, of course, I had to keep the new arrivals
company. I felt like I was going to explode.
Meanwhile, nitin got another call on his cell and, the way he rushed out to his Qualis, we were
sure it was his dad. All I could say to him was ‘thanks’—for helping me reach this place and, more
importantly, for being the only other man with me, among those ladies . He left.
The conversation really warmed up in a while, . Sunehri appeared to be very practical. And the entire female union kept
boasting about his greatest asset—
‘Pata hai, sunehri bahut achcha khaana banaati hain. She  has learnt the art of cooking,’ said
proudly, as if her sister was going to present another cookery show on Star Plus. But, well, a girl who
cooks lovely food, knows how to garnish various dishes and how to place spoons and forks.
Riya had just initiated this topic and it didn’t take even a couple of minutes for great sunheri's
hobby to become a threat for me—avni’s mom threw me a bouncer. ‘Beta aap khaana bana lete
ho?’ she asked politely and, unfortunately, with much expectation.
Silence. The sound of someone grinding cashew between their teeth could be heard.
Everyone was waiting for my response. It was as if, while following an India-Pakistan cricket
match on the radio, they had just heard that.

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