Pikku : The Storyteller 👧

In her blue sleek velvet gown, Apoorva looked like, beauty personified. She patiently waited for the Baraat to enter completely. She kept herself busy looking right and left and into her phone and then scratching her neck while looking at her sandal and then pretending to be over call; all to avoid the curious eyes of the non- dancing uncles and aunties. The Baraat except for these uncles and aunties was a crazy crowd of Pink turban clad men and blue shawl clad women. Perhaps it was the dress code. She stood in darkness until the complete crowd was inside the gate of the Welcome Guest House. Then, taking a deep breath and remaining vigilant to collect data on, at least, one member of the Baraat, she went in. Her ears were, as if, fitted with microsensors. As she walked in, she saw three girls, with marigold garlands in their hands, busy gossiping. "You did not notice Karan? How could someone NOT notice HIM?" She heard the first girl almost freak out at the second. This statem...

In continuation to  "Lessons from Water"  b ut can even be read separately. E ven when both, Mia and Hrithik understood the complexity of their marriage, they were willing to make it happen. Mia knew that to be a mother to a girl, who is not her daughter won't always be easy; Hrithik knew that each mention of 'Kritika' in the midst of any talk could actually put a comma in their romantic life. Kritika was a loving wife and a caring mother. Her death had left a vacuum in the lives of Hrithik and Kia. Mia had to primarily fill that vacuum before she could make a throne of her own in the hearts of the father and the daughter. Thankfully the parents of both, Mia and Hrithik, supported their decision, and Mia's mother had even invited Hrithik with his family for a final decision on marriage. They were to come today. Mia's Mumma was busy making some dishes and her Papa was busy in tasks that her mother considered utterly unnecessary. "Where is my knife?...