In "An Everlasting Love," Avni and Neil embark on a journey of love that starts with a simple click on a matrimonial site. As their connection deepens, their hearts become intertwined in a tender and heartfelt bond. However, just as their love reach...
Of course it had to be good. And it was, actually, one of the best luncheon gatherings at my place — a good menu, good people, good conversation and all that for a good purpose. Along with the meal, the elderly people went down memory lane, recalling marriages in their period and comparing it with the present system. And I wondered if, forty years later, I would be recalling the present marriage system. Or maybe, who knows, marriage might not even exist by then … Apart from that, there were a lot of things they discussed: the current society, mind-sets, the generation-gap fundas and all that. And I had to agree with whatever they said, though there were a lot of things I would have revolted against. But then, all I was bothered about was my marriage to their daughter. So I nodded my head to whatever they said about our young generation’s failings. But thankfully they ended on a happy note, saying that we are the bright future of this country. (And I said to myself, ‘Oh, thank you so much, folks! I am honored.’) Being a good child, I gave the required privacy to the parents, so that they could discuss what they had come to discuss. I went out to the veranda and lying on a cot underneath the jamun tree, I called her up. ‘Heyyyyyyyy!’ ‘Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!’ ‘What’s up there?’ avni asked. ‘The sky,’ I answered. ‘Shut up! Batao naa. How’s my mom? Is she fine?’ ‘Kamaal hai. At least ask me how I am first!’ ‘Nothing’s going to happen to you. You’ll always be fine because I’m in your life,’ avni replied sweetly, though I wondered—didn’t the same apply to her mother as well? ‘Your mom is doing very good aur haan your dad is also fine,’ I added that taunt to make her realize that she should have asked about her dad too. But she always said she is her mom’s daughter first … Her dearest daughter. Then I told her all that had happened, so far, at my place and the agenda for the rest of the evening. Meanwhile, there was a burst of laughter from inside and I thought I should go back and check on the things being discussed. We hung up and I went back in. I’d left them alone to plan my marriage but, damn! the old folks were cracking jokes, recalling the funny things I used to do when I was a kid. Why do parents have to reveal all those embarrassing secrets to others? I was not the only kid in the world to suck his thumb in his sleep! What’s the big deal? 😁😁😁 But anyway … We made a plan for the evening—a visit to Some places. Mom wanted to stay back home, because of her health and to take care of other household chores, most importantly, dinner. I wanted to stay back with mom but she wanted me to be with them. It was just a matter of half an hour or so and we would be back, she said. So after an hour’s nap and evening tea, we went ahead with the plan. As our destination was only three kilometers from our house, it didn’t take us much time and we reached there in ten minutes. We parked our vehicles and then went ahead to meet city.... At first siddhivinayak temple ,as it was noon time followers had come for aarti and pooja...it was bit crowd..
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After coming from the crowd ..we went to Gateway of , the best place to visit , in late evening hours the cool breeze of the sea with your family is the best part. Located next to the iconic Taj Mahal Palace and facing the vast Arabian Sea, the Gateway of India leaves you spellbound in every way possible.
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The sun was bidding goodbye for the day. And there stood those silent islands, big and small, far and near, in the miles and miles of water, waiting for the night-creatures to come out and rule them. Birds were flying back to their homes and, from that tower, we could see the lights in our town coming on. Everyone there appreciated the beauty of the place. I was happy I had brought avni’s mom and dad there. And I remember very well what her Mumma said. ‘When avni comes here, bring her to this place. She’ll love it.’ And her dad said, ‘It was a similar, spellbinding, scenic view which made me write a poem. And I have the same urge now.’ That was so good to hear. I don’t know if he wrote any poem on it or not. But they didn’t know, till then, that my citu had such beauty in its lap. And, on that note, we were on our way back home, the setting sun colouring us with its hues and thanking the ‘guests’ for their visit to this natural heaven. We were back at around 8 p.m., a little before dinner. And this is when people actually started discussing the purpose for which avni’s parents were here. And, being a good lover-boy, I was updating my beloved about the proceedings at our premises. Moments later, when I joined the discussion, we all arrived at a common decision. The ring-ceremony was to be held in Delhi, on 14 February 2020. Avni and I had chosen this date long ago. She had said she wanted to celebrate this Valentine’s Day with her fiancé (the future me), whereas my stand was that I wanted to celebrate this day with my girlfriend (the current she). So we both agreed to exchange our rings on the evening of 14 February. For the first half of the day she would be my girlfriend and for the later half, I would be her fiancé. Such a simple solution, no? So, the ring-ceremony would be on 14 February. And the marriage, some time in November.
