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This was an occasion for the two women to return to the village Ghatla. For all those days, Veena was using Volkswagen and by now she had, learned driving such a big vehicle. During that time, Veena was using that vehicle and she would keep it parked at the parking lot in the office premises. Next day Veena tells in the office the good news that Kamaal has recovered from the wounds and that he will be coming soon and for that Veena would be going to her village the coming Saturday. That news seeps out to the friends of Kamaal. They were always around to get fresh tiding about their friend. Apparently they do not show any signs of their plans but that day when Veena was about to leave for her house as she moves around to see the car she notices that behind her Volkswagen one other big vehicle was parked, the one she had never seen before. She does not take it as anything serious but albeit, Veena gets some instinctive feel that there is something odd that may happen. Why she gets that feel, even she could not get but the feel makes her a little uneasy. Next day again she sees that vehicle parked almost behind her car. On inquiry, she gets no idea about whose car it was but at the office, she gets the information that the vehicle belonged to one of the closest friends of Kamaal. Veena would wonder why on earth, he has parked the car next to her when there is enough parking place at their office in the next building. Curiosity keeps pestering her all the day and as she could not resist, finally her feminine instinct gives her a feel that she mist ask the gentleman as to why he has parked the car there when there is enough parking pace at his office premises. She at the end of the day calls him and after usual greetings, she opens the topic. On hearing her query, he bursts into a big laugh. His reaction irritates her a bit but she keeps cool, patiently wanting to get his reply. After he finishes his guffaw tells her that they know that she will be going to her village and all the friend of Kamaal are also wanting to visit that place and they want to go along. He then told her that they shall be following her vehicle and for that, they have kept theirs next to hers so that as she moves, they will also follow that vehicle and finally assures her that they mean no harm to anybody but they are eager to see their friend at the place where people treated him so well. He also tells her that they are now in constant contact with their friend and he has told them that he is getting very good treatment and that Ibna is looking after him. Before concluding the conversation, he remarked that in the meanwhile they also want to see her brother. Veena felt jittery on hearing that last comment. That made her feel as if the ground under her feet slipping. Veena wanted to talk that matter to her friend Ibna so that she may be able in stopping then from following her vehicle when she will be traveling to her Ghatla. That day was Friday and she had planned to move on Saturday but after getting that information about their plan to follow her, she decides to move out the same day that means on Friday night, so that they will not know of it. Somebody in the office is definitely leaking information to Kamaal’s friend, and so Veena decides to tell nobody of her renewed plan. That day she leaves her office early, going out under pretext that she is going out to visit some client. Veena comes to her house, tells Yamuna everything of the conversation with Kamaal’s friend, and insists that they must move out to their village immediately. She tells Yamuna that they will wait until it is late evening and then Veena will go to the office and move that Volkswagen, bring it here and then they will be off to their village. The plan was perfect but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Veena was least aware of other things that, Kamaal’s friend had done, to Volkswagen. As planned, she comes to the office premises and waits to see if any body is around near the vehicle. Veena was very tense and, she was breathing heavily. One hand holding on mobile, Veena bents down to hide behind other parked vehicles wait to see if any body is loitering around the vehicle. She sees nobody there and that gives her some confidence. She keeps scurrying near the vehicle finally opens the door and enters in the driver’s seat. She breathes a sigh of relief. Starts the vehicle and as if some thing pricked her she increases the speed so much that roaring sound deafens the silence of that quiet place. She looks back and sees that the other vehicle was standing there, that means her plan had worked and that feeling gave her a very pleasant feel. Veena reaches her house and there they pack up for the journey. Both women were feeling very happy that they have proved smarter than their rivals have. Yamuna could not resist her joy, she was continuously smiling to herself so was Veena. The drive was smooth. They had almost come out of the city limits and there Veena gets an awkward feeling that some body is following their vehicle. 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&lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Veena had to attend on many things in the office that day. It was a busy day for her; more responsibilities had come to her for the new project that her company had accepted for execution. She did not get a chance to inquire about the two men. However, she was wondering about the whole event as she retired for the day at her house that evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Yamuna told her that they should contact the village to find out about the health of the two men. Veena wonders about what she may tell if the friends of Kamaal ask her of him. Office expected Kamala to attend the office but Veena told them of the accident in the village, on that everybody in the office looked very worried. However, when Veena told them that Ibna stayed back to attend on him at her house; it was relief to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Soon that tiding went to friends of Kamaal that evening and a few of them began to enquire on mobile to Veena. Veena could not understand how to explain to them about how the accident took place. The matter appeared to be a little serious as some Arabs were wondering if it was an attack on their friend because he is an Arab. Veena explained everything to them and also told them that the accident also injured her brother and that there is nothing of the sort as they imagine. However, they insisted to talk to Ibna to reconfirm the story. Veena told them that it is not possible to contact her by mobile, as the facility was not available there; they looked worried and told her that they would like to visit the village and began to ask the whereabouts of that village. All these things put tremendous pressure on her and finally told them that they must trust her story and rest assured that as soon as they are out of danger both Kamaal and Ibna should come to city; until then they have to wait. Reluctantly though, they stopped bothering her and warned her that they shall try to reach Ghatla village anyhow. They left her cabin looking panicked and somewhat disturbed. Veena was very helpless in convincing them of the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Veena on reaching home told of the situation to her Aatyaa and asked for her advice. Yamuna suggested that it would be better if they inform of this to Ibna so that she can contact them on phone from village and explain the thing so that they can rest assured. Both women could understand the feelings of these Arabs knowing the matters around in the world. The advice was reasonable and Veena contacts Dr. Date on his phone, tells him about this development, and requests him so that Ibna should contact her to know the situation. Dr. Date’s residence and clinic were not far from Veena’s house and so she requests him to call her; suggests that she will again contact him after some time so that he will have enough time to call her. Dr. Date tells her that her friend is right there at the dispensary and he will call her right away. Inba comes on the phone and listens to all that and assures that she will immediately contact them to remove any misunderstanding and stop them from harassing her and also proceeding to village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Veena spends her evening worrying on that wondering what can happen if the misunderstanding should continue. At night, she receives a call from one friend of Kamaal and he begs for pardon, as they had unnecessarily bothered her on the matter. This relieves Veena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Next day was very busy for Veena and her work progressed satisfactorily. She wanted to know about what progress the two patients are making. In the meanwhile, her estate agent contacts her and informs about the time for taking possession of her new flat. This news gives her some relief. Veena is anxious to inform of this good news to her flat partner but could not contact her during that day. Veena marvels how Ibna would like to know of their first venture, wondering how they made it possible without help of any man from their family, generally all women in the family were telling her that they should not venture in such expensive investment without help or consultation of men around them. Veena’s father had however, told her that he has given her all the fine education and she can dare venture on her own and should not be little by consulting any man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;At home, Yamuna on getting the news of the flat looked over joy; she had no words to appreciate her niece, touching her cheeks, she kissed Veena. For a while, she pondered and told her sincere appreciation for Ibna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Yamuna said, “Look Veena, this friend of yours must had been your last birth sister, and I feel very much that she is here to make you successful; please do not forget to thank her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Veena did not reply but to her own; she exclaimed mutely, wonder whether it was for her or for Shree, Ibna is doing all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Some were laughing on that and they enjoyed the bravery of there guest. The tidings spread to other boys and they began to gather around Kamaal to see him. Amongst them was also Shree Nath. He approached him and whispered, “Are you Kamaal, brother of Ibna?” Kamaal looked to him with apprehension and asked softly, “ShreeNath?” they exchanged smiles and then took each other’s hand warmly. Kamala kept on looking to Shree for some time while Shree was attending on his wounds. He told his fellowmen that Kamaal’s is being seriously wounded and that they should not allow him to go further. He requested Kamaal to return with the boys carrying the bore but Kamaal refused and said he shall continue the expedition and he is actually enjoying the wounds, he further told Shree that he would like to be with him to catch or kill more animals. Kamaal without bothering for what the rest of the team says; began to forge ahead to see more animals. On that, they did not further insist for his return and appreciating his valor continued the expedition. After some search, some boys shouted that they have seen three bore in a ravine. All men tramped on through the thicket in that direction. Shree and Kamaal were the first to reach the spot. After surveying the thick bush inside that ravine Shree saw one medium size bore and he jumped on that animal much the same, as did Kamaal. He caught the animal while doing that, teeth of the bore pierced through his forearm. Kamaal shouted for other boys, they were almost close to the ravine. Some entered the gorge and caught the bore. That was second catch and that gave great confidence to the team. Shree was bleeding through his wound. Kamaal wanted to stop the blood and for that, he tore his shirt to make an emergency bandage and with that, he tied Shree’s hand. Now they decided that the two men must go back before it is too late. This time Shree and Kamaal had to accept the orders of the team chief and they with the help of some other boys left that place hurriedly. They heard gunshots accompanied by sounds of laughter of the boys while they were passing out of that place and that gave them idea that the remaining team has began to shoot down the rest of the bore. That was good news for all of them because that meant the expedition was successful. Shree told Kamaal, “It is necessary to get rid of these animals otherwise farming would become difficult. They destroy crop more than what they eat. In a way, he was trying to justify the expedition. Kamala had no qualm for that killing; he told him that he thoroughly enjoyed that experience and he would like to join such expeditions in the future. On that, they laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;The news of the successful catch and Kamaal’s is being wounded had already reached the village and some people with Veena’s father, Veena and Ibna had already begun to track on the mount to see them. They saw the team coming to the village and anxiously both Veena and Ibna ran to the two men to see them. Both the girls were in tears, they could not control themselves. Shree and Kamaal in spite of their wounds were greatly pleased to see their sisters’ love. Together they moved to the dispensary of the only doctor, Dr. Date. Dr. Date admired the valor of them and immediately took them for the treatment. Soon they were in heavy bandages and looked like wounded soldiers from some war. Everything was done properly and while that was about to be completed they saw the other man who was wounded previously; he was sleeping in the inner room. He had a fall in a gorge and that wounded him; because of which, the other team was called for. Dr. Date allowed the two young men to leave the dispensary, as they were not suffering from any infection. That was a good thing but he warned them that Kamaal could not go to the city immediately. He must not take any chances and he must remain in the village for further treatment; ordered for total rest for at least a week. As they left the dispensary they saw other men of the team carrying the other three bore by a bamboo carrier, they told that the expedition was absolutely successful and they need not worry for the crop this year. There was a call for the feast that evening of those bore they had hunted but neither Kamaal nor Shree were going to attend that, as they do not eat pork meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;There was a problem in that warning as Veena had a very urgent meeting in the office the next Monday and she had to go. Ramchandra suggested that she being an officer of some importance might go while Ibna and Kamaal stay back until they are ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Ibna told Veena that she wishes to stay back and look after the two men and that Veena should not worry about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Veena could understand how her friend was happy on that freak opportunity that she had to be with her brother, Veena herself smiled squinting to Ibna. Ibna appeared very innocent on the outset but looking to Veena gave a very meaningful smile. They were enjoying the turn of events even though they were serious. Veena coming close to Ibna said on low whisper, “Thank your Allah.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Hum…” Ibna exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" class="western" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;The day went busy with other events and the next day Veena and Yamuna prepared to go in the Volkswagen.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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As Ibna did not see Shree anywhere around she appeared to be a little anxious, she looked around and then asked mother, “Where is he?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Mother tells her in a joking mood, “Your Shree has gone on an expedition for bore hunting; here, people often go for such expeditions whenever wild bore begin to pester the farmers by destroying the crop.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Do not worry he is not alone.” Mother completed her reply while attending on other things in the kitchen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“When he is expected?” Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Any time by the late afternoon” Mother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna looks worried since she did not know of what is bore hunting. However, she prefers to keeps quite. Kamaal comes to know of it and he shows appreciation for that. He then asks, “How far they have gone and if it is possible for him to join the team of expedition”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Nobody replies to him as he asks it in Arabic to her sister and his sister did not want him to go. The very purpose of coming to the village was as if lost as the man they wanted to meet was not available. While they were talking of other trivial matters just for time pass, a man rushes in and approaches father of Veena and tells him something in a very serious manner. They all gather around that man and ask what the matter is. He tells them that the expedition team has met with a serious accident and some members are injured while trapping the bore, he further tells that there were many bore and they attacked the expedition. On hearing, that everybody become anxious to know what to do. That man tells Ramachandra that the villagers are arranging to sent another group of men to help the first team and asks him to join. Ramachandra is now reading to go but when Kamaal comes to know of that, he requests that it shall be good if they allow him to join as well. There Ibna come forward and requests father that it will not be good for him at this age to go on such expeditions and allow her brother instead to go and he had better remain at home. That suggestion was welcome by all the women and Kamaal prepares to join the team; even though he was absolutely new to them all, they welcome him, looking to his strong built. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Yashwant Pail the chief of the second team looks to Kamaal and enquires about him as to who he is and why he wants to join; this was because, the expedition was very dangerous and it could be fetal also. He did not want to take any chances with this foreigner. Other boys tell him that he is guest at the Mahaales and has joined to replace Ramachandra. One boy tells him that they need not worry for all those legal intricacies as the man wants to join anyway. On hearing that explanation, Patil welcomes Kamaal with a smile. That settles the issue and they begin to move out to the jungle. It was early morning and the atmosphere was very pleasant but the track was dangerous and difficult for this new member of the team. There was no plain ground and people had to jump from one place to other and in that, gradually ascend began that made the going more difficult. Soon they were feeling exhausted. After some difficult terrain they had passed, they heard some shouting from distance; that made it clear that they have come to the spot where the wild bore, are hiding. On that, Patil gave a warning of caution to the team and told that, now on, everybody should be alert since; wild animal may come out of the hiding and attack any moment. Kamaal did not understand the conversation amongst the group but he could make out the import and was skillfully following them. The sound of the other team was becoming clearer and one of the members of this team shouted to them the signal that they are coming to join them. Soon some of the people from the first team became visible. Kamala was also interested in seeing the beautiful scenery of the forest as for him, such environment was novel. He was slightly less careful and at that moment, thorny bush around him gave a crackle. He looked to that direction and there in fraction of a second a wild bore came out and brushed around his legs attempting to push between his legs. That was a shocking experience to him; he could hardly stand while the animal was pushing through his legs and there he fell down in the bush, giving a loud yell. Kamala could not understand what has happened to him. His arms and other parts cut all over, soon the wounds began to bleed. His shirt and trousers torn all over and now were getting drenched in his blood. Other boys were busy looking to the escaping bore; nobody had time to attend on him. Kamala got up of himself, stood with much effort and began to look around to see what is happening around him. The wounds were painful but now he realized that the expedition is not a fun, it is serious business. He saw the bore that had passed through his legs was standing a few feet away from him as if exhausted; Kamaal instinctively jumped on the bore out of fury for the wounds it had inflicted on him and caught it, sleeping on it, holding to it with tight grip. Some boys saw that and alerted all by yelling to other boys; they quickly came to help Kamaal and there they caught the animal and they tide it with ropes. Ever body was please as that was the very first catch. They congratulated Kamaal with warm shake hands. Patil patted on his shoulders said, “You are a very brave man, keep it up.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. 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Kamaal and Ibna came to the residence of Veena at early hours; it was kamaal's big Volkswagen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Kamaal asks Ibna, if she wants to drive as he was wanting to relax for a while. Ibna looks to Veena and suggests that Veena can also drive this vehicle as she has learned to drive and also has a permit for that, looking to her, she asks and Veena refuses saying, it is better that Kamaal drive for the time. The three young people then were sitting on the front seat, Veena preferred to get the window and Ibna next to her brother Kamaal who was in driver's seat. Yamuna preferred to sit on the back seat and being spacious she became pleased with it. And they began their travel towards Ghatla. Those were days of winter and so the atmosphere was pleasant. During the travel they did not talk much since, both Veena and Ibna appeared to be in pensive mood. Kamaal was driving. Yamuna in her own mood appeared least bothered about the matter of Ibna and Shree. After some travel they reached a place where they usually stop and take the breakfast. All were moving like machines; it so appeared that all of them were under some pressure. Yamuna as usual prepared the tables of the stools, they were carrying, and while they were busy doing that Kamaal was silently watching how his sister was helping the two ladies. Ibna whispered to Veena in low tone and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Does Shree Nathji know that we are coming to them?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;On hearing that, Veena and Yamuna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;looked to each other with surprise on their face. It was for the first time that Ibna had called Shree in honorable manner the way a girl would call her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Yes, I have told him about our coming to the village and he seems to be happy about it.” Veena exclaimed unintentionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;That comment appeared to have made Ibna pleased. That became apparent from the way her face reddened. Occasionally Veena would lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;ok to Kamaal just to know what may be going on in his mind but his face gave no indication of any adverse reaction so that she should feel uncomfortable. They finished the breakfast and at that Kamaal showed appreciation for the culinary skills of Yamuna and at that he called her Aatyaa the way Veena and Ibna would call her. That was a very pleasant surprise to them. Everything was going on reasonably and they reached the borders of the Ghatla village in time. It was still an early morning and the village appeared to have been in sleep to them as they moved the big car in those narrow gullies of Ghatla. The growling sound of the big engine of the car made some villagers come out of their houses but no body was particularly attentive to them. Soon they reached the small house of Veena and there they saw Veena's mother watering the plants in the courtyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Volkswagen stopped at the entrance of the courtyard and then she looked up to see them. There was pleasant exchange of gestures. They got down and Kamaal while looking to that humble abode slowly got out of the driver's seat and for a while stood there quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;He was curiously watching how his sister was being received by the people of that house. That gave him a pleasant surprise and it was evident on his face. After initial exchange of greetings the girls looked back to Kamaal and beckoned him to come in the house. He obliged, moving slowly while Veena's mother watching him with anxious anxiety. Kamaal a handsome young man reasonably tall, almost of the height of her son Shreenath. As he approached her he gave a very gracious salaam in the typical Arab manners and then holding his palms together gave a namaskar in the typical Hindu manners to her. All along that Veena's mother was looking to him with curiosity, as if she was trying to understand this foreigner. All the while Ibna was moving around with such ease, as if, she was at home and that Kamaal did not miss to observe. Kamaal realized that his sister was definitely in the safest company by being here. That understanding gave him great relief as he was always worried of his sister's safety. Whole this brief ritual of introducing to each other was on some body informed the inmates of the house and Veena's father came out to receive them. Kamaal looks to him and again holds his namaskar to him to that Ramachandra greets him with a big smile. Veena' curiously asks mutely to her mother by hand gestures, “where is Shree?” on that she tells her something in the whisper, they both smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;They all gradually move to the inside of the house, Ibna leading them. That gave Kamaal one more surprise. 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Yamuna was silent and from the way she was contemplating; it was clear that she was thinking over that and would take some time to react. Veena looked worried but within herself, she was feeling some excitement about the idea that Ibna is likely to be her sister in law. Occasionally while preparing for the evening meals she was casting quick look at Yamuna to guess what could be her reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;They prepare to sit for the evening meal. There Yamuna tells Veena that they should not have any reaction unless they come to know of what Shree has in his mind for Ibna, she adds that as far as her own opinion goes, Ibna is a good girl and in principle, she does not see anything wrong in the relation. On hearing, this reaction of Yamuna somehow, Veena feels relieved because, within her own mind she always liked her friend even though she was not from their caste or religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;What about allowing Ibna’s brother to visit Ghatla?” Veena asks Yamuna pensively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;“&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;If things are going the way they are going, we have to allow Kamaal to visit our village, let him see Shree and talk to him so that our side is clear.” Yamuna replies firmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Veena was excited at the very idea that Ibna is possible becoming her sister in law. Now she wondered about how village people shall react to such an unusual marriage between an Arabic girl and a Brahmin boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;She went to sleep in those thoughts, as more she thought of it the more she got engrossed in them. Yamuna was also wondering about how this type of relation can work out to be. In addition, they kept murmuring on the subject until went to the beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Next day both of them decided to contact the village and inform them particularly Veena’s father that they are going to visit Ghatla next weekend with Ibna’s brother. Veena wanted to inform Shree about it so that she would know in advance, if he has any other idea regarding the visit. Shree did not show any adverse reaction on hearing about the visit. He appeared very composed while talking to Veena on phone. Everything appeared okay, to Veena from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;That day Veena reached the office a little early so that she may be able to tell her friend about the arrangement that they have made of the visit. Ibna looked very excited herself on hearing of the arrangement and she hugged Veena very affectionately. Everything looked very pretty for both the girls. Veena wanted to know if Ibna is going to tell about the arrangement to her brother, while they were, chatting Kamaal dropped in at the table and joined them. Ibna informed her brother that they are going to visit Veena’s native place that weekend. On hearing, that Kamaal looked pleased. Kamaal looked composed and appeared to be contemplating on the same subject as if he was guessing as to how the visit would be. Overall atmosphere looked quite pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt"&gt;Now, Veena conjectured if Kamaal was aware of what thoughts were looming in the minds of the girls, was it that he just wanted that his sister be placed in a good company and had no ideas of his sister, thinking of marrying her brother, were in the thought of that young Arab. Veena looked very pensive at those feelings. 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Ibna and Veena were moving to the new flat in Ibna’s car and there impatiently Veena forced her question on Ibna and asked, “Does Kamaal know of the friendly relations of Shree and her”?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On hearing this inquiry, Ibna began to laugh loudly in such a manner that it embarrassed Veena. She kept looking to her not understanding the import of her that reaction. “Please stop that and answer my question.” Veena roars on Ibna. Ibna, like the lamb, nods nervously and continues to drive without saying anything. This reaction further disturbs and annoys Veena and she continues to ask the same question. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“OK you are right and I must reply to your query.” Ibna admits and stops for a while as if she was trying to collect words to prepare her reply. Nevertheless, that small pause also further disturbs Veena and she appears to be very angry. Veena then explains to Ibna that any wrong move on her part may jeopardize all their efforts of getting her brothers co-operation and that is why she is worried. Ibna nods again and tells her that she is fully aware of that and for that reason; she wants to take him to Ghatla and show him Shree. This reply further confuses Veena. She keeps on looking to Ibna with question mark on her face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I really do not understand all this your behavior, what is the need for introducing my brother to him, what is the advantage in that; questions after questions keep pouring out from Veena. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I want Kamaal to know everything I wish to do and if he approves of my decision I shall go further in that and if not, I shall leave India because if I continue to be here; I shall never be able to forget your brother. He is my first love, I do not know whether it is correct or not and I want my brother to either approve or reject. This explanation further confounds Veena. She asks vehemently, “How do you feel that your brother will ever accept that, particularly as you are fully aware of the type your people are.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Veena my brother is also my friend and adviser. He knows what is good for his sister and even though what you say is perfectly correct, let me tell you my dear Veena, Arabs are slowly changing and they are no more, what they were in earlier times. My father has seen the world and he approves of many other good communities, yours is one of them.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This reply surprises Veena. She keeps contemplating on all what Ibna had said. After some pause, Veena reminds Ibna of her dream that she saw in their house and asks, “What of the dream you saw in my house the other time you were visiting my house?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Yes, that is also a ground reality but I want to rake a chance.” Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Is it not a big gamble which may turn against you”? Veena &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“In life you have to take chances if you want to do something” Ibna speaks sternly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;After some hiatus Ibna looking to Veena with a gracious smile and a twinkle in her eyes comment, “What I understand from this our talk is very important to me, Veena. I am happy to note that you have no objection to my wish for your brother. I thank you for being with me in this.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I do not know if Shree has any other plans in this regard and if so; you could be in difficult situation, have you ever thought if his mind?” Veena reacts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I liked your concern for me, which is why I like you Mahaales. I will be very happy in you family and let me assure Veena, my dear sister, that I promise to keep with the family in all its life, I shall forget my past as all good girls should after marriage. I promise that your people will have no remorse for this relation” Ibna. As for Shree’s opinion, leave that to me, we know each other too well and from that I know Shree is with me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“What about your religion”? Veena exclaims. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I have found my Allah in Shree, you know Veena, my sister-in–law, our prophet has said in his commands that for woman her husband is her Allah, that settles the matter” Ibna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Please do not be so sure you have as yet not got approval of your dear brother for your plans and if he rejects, what you shall do”? Veena asks. Ibna does not say anything on that but shows a certain confidence on her face that more than speaks that she shall get the approval.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The confidence in Ibna’s voice shocks Veena but now she decides not to speak of this any further. By that time they have reached the place of the flat, Ibna slowly parks the car, and they move out to see the apartment. 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Kamaal sees how easily his sister was mingling in that place and he looked very surprised. His surprise was evident from his expressions. All preparation was made by Ibna in a short time for all of them and seeing that Yamuna was amused. They ate the refreshments while talking on the subject of apartment in the kitchenette. Kamaal with a smile on his face remarked about the spring roll and said he never could imagine that his sister prepared this using already prepared dish. Kamaal told the ladies that his sister was feeling very unsecured in the city until she befriended with Veena. He further said that he was constantly feeling worried about her as amongst the Arabs, girls are not allowed to go out of the house and work but he said, his father and uncle are not harboring any notion such that can stall the progress of their children whether be boys or girls. He also told that his family is encouraging modern outlook and would always encourage international relations, particularly with Indian. He said that his family considers that Indians are the closest amongst all other people of the world to Arabs. All the while he was talking this; Ibna was busy helping Yamuna in cleansing the dishes and putting them in place. Kamala was watching all those things and looked very comfortable. Veena looking to all these things was confused not knowing how to interpret the behavior of Kamaal. On hearing these comments of Kamaal, Veena impatiently asked him, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;“I have read in the books that Arabs are fanatic and do not want to treat other people as equal.” On that Kamaal breathed a sigh and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;“You have read correct but there are exceptions to rules and as Arabs are mixing with people of other nations they are slowly realizing that their behavior must change for the better so that they shall get better reaction from other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;On that Veena could not control her, whispered about the extremist activities of some Arabs, and asked vehemently how he takes that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On that Kamaal looked very embarrassed and showing sadness on his face kept silent. Ibna eyed to Veena and requested through that gaze that she should not continue in that topic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Then he showed more interest in the family’s farm at Ghatla. They continued to talk on that subject and as the discussion prolonged Veena became nervous thinking that any slip by Yamuna while talking may give out hint to Kamaal about the friendly relations between Ibna and her brother and so she repeatedly attempted to change he subject but to her surprise Ibna continued on the subject and went on describing the details of the farm and how Shree was managing it. At some moments she commented on how nicely Shree manages that farm. She also recommended to her brother while in the discussion that Kamaal, should go to the farm, see it, and meet Shree. This frankness of Ibna, at a time, scared Veena. Kamala looks to Veena and Yamuna and asks if they do not mind his visiting the farm. On that note they decide that next weekend they shall go to the village and see the farm and also meet the people of Veena. Veena continued to feel embarrassment and interrupted to say that her place is not of any international standard and it is quite possible that he will not like it. On that Kamaal retorted that their village is also of not any standard but he wants to see that village to know more about the people from the country. While talking quite often Ibna and her brother were talking in Arabic and so Yamuna often interrupted to know what they say; Ibna would explain that they were telling about the similarity in the two places and that is why her brother was interested in visiting that village. Overall the meeting was very pleasant and the brother and sister left the room in a very pleasant mood. From the way things went at that meeting Yamuna looked relieved as nothing went wrong particularly about the relation between Ibna and her nephew, Shree. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;After they left the room Yamuna asked Veena how she feels about the event and also wanted to know about how the visit to Ghatla can be planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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But as the man enters the room Veena sees Ibna’s brother Kamaal, standing in the door with casual smile on his face. He was steadily observing that small room with a chuckle. As he sees Veena in her housedress he gives a big smile, cheese…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena frowns at her own casual garb and at once looks to Ibna with certain disdain. Ibna looks oblivious of what mistake she has done by bringing a man in the house of ‘ladies only’. However Kamaal notices Veena’s anguish and immediately apologizes to her by saying, “I am sorry, I should have informed you that I wish to see you two who are going to be my sister’s room partners in the new flat but it so happened that we came without prior intimation to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That apology certainly pardons him but Ibna is not spared. Veena keeps looking to her, expecting some clarification but to her surprise that young girl was unmindful of what she has done. Yamuna welcomes the two, instantly acknowledging that the other man is her brother, their features were telling their relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Welcome to my small home,” Yamuna says in Marathi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Pointing to the only one chair in that small room, she realizes the problem and helplessly smiles to herself. This irritates Veena more but now she controls herself and showing indifference welcomes the two. Ibna was not new to that place and instinctively makes herself comfortable on the cot in the room, where she would sit whenever she visited them. Kamala stood there next to her and was still observing the small room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I am very sorry we do not have suitable accommodation for guests since we never have any”. Veena laments snappishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;At that Ibna realizes what mistake she has done by bringing Kamaal with her and now looks regretfully. Soon the matter is settles as Yamuna was formally introduced to Kamaal and he tells on that, that he knows about the family in fine details as his sister keeps informing him about everything she does with them. On listening to that Veena looks to her friend astoundingly, wondering if she has also told about Shree and her friendship. Veena decides to get that afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Kamala tells the two ladies that he used to feels very uncomfortable and unsecured until she gets to know of Veena’s people. He says, “I was always worried about my sister’s wellbeing in this foreign land but Veena and her family have given Ibna such a strong feeling of security that he is not anymore worried about her”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna holding Kamaal’s hand asks him to sit on the cot and says something in Arabic to him. On hearing that Kamaal begins to laugh, he tells the two that his sister is telling him that she has already told to Veena about their home in their native Arabia. Then he softly sits next to Ibna continuously keeping smile on his face, now he looks to the flooring to show his respects to them. Veena has now cooled down and beams, showing that she has pardoned Ibna.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They talked of many topics and now began to discuss as to how the new flat should be furnished. Many suggestions were coming from all of them and while that was going on Yamuna whispers to Veena about what refreshment Kamaal may appreciate, with these thought, go in the kitchenette so that she shall make it while they are busy talking about the flat. Ibna follows Yamuna in the kitchenette as if part of the family and offers to help, saying, “I know what Kamaal shall enjoy.” Ibna ready to help Yamuna goes to sink and begins to cleanse her palms, while telling Yamuna what to make for Kamaal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On that the atmosphere becomes very casual and impulsively Veena and after that Kamaal gather in that small kitchen and continue their conversation on the flat. They were behaving as if part of a family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Yamuna and Veena were in a pleasing mood and Yamuna was talking about what other preparations they shall have to make to stay properly in that posh area. They were talking of having a servant girl to look after that big apartment and with that other important things of that type. At present they were staying in a place which did not require any maid to help them in keeping that place in proper order. Things were changing, that Veena had realized and while being happy about it, she was wondering about what more may crop up as her lifestyle improves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;While Veena is in her thoughts, Yamuna keeps talking about which girl they can take with them to that new house as their maid. Veena keeps looking to her Aatyaa without any reaction. Both women were in spirit they had never experienced before. Yamuna suggests to Veena that they should bring a girl from their village so that working with her shall be easy, girls from the city may not be easy to manage, there could be some trouble with a strange girl and so her insistence for girl from Ghatla continued. Veena had no counter suggestion and so they decide that they will have a servant girl from their village. Yamuna was entrusted with the responsibility to select the girl. That issue was resolved amicably. Veena suggested to her Aatyaa that she should think of resigning from her school job and keep home. Veena tells her that Yamuna has worked for a long time and now that Veena is earning good money; it is time that she retires voluntarily and relaxes at home. Yamuna actually likes the idea but does not want to take any drastic step. They continue to discuss about the new furniture and other amenities perhaps, required in the modern kitchen. Yamuna tells Veena that about furniture and kitchen equipments they should also consult Ibna since Ibna is partner in the new home. Veena initially was reluctant but after some pondering realizes that Ibna is better placed in deciding those things; she knows more about these city oriented things than herself. Veena tells Yamuna that they should also consult her other city-based friends in the office like Rashmi and Jyoti, by doing that Veena shall be giving them some importance in the matter and that will surely help in improving the relationship with them. Finally the topic reaches the discussion on whether she shall have car or continue to ply by city transport facility. Veena is of the opinion that city transport is more comfortable and less risky however her aunt rebuffs the proposal and insists that it is time that they have a car, if not as big as that of Ibna, at least a Nano or some other of the smaller types. Veena finally agrees to that but tells her Aatyaa that it shall put additional burden of one more loan. Yamuna nevertheless continues her doggedness so much so that Veena at the end accepts that suggestion. In this way all topics concerning the new home of Veena were resolved amicably.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;t was late afternoon and time for tea. Both ladies were busy preparing tea and some light refreshment to go with it. Veena urges they have onion potato bhajias for the refreshment and on that Yamuna talks of how Ibna liked them when prepared last time she was here. This annoys Veena and on that she warns her Aatyaa that she is getting involved with that Arab girl and that may be not very good. On that Yamuna laughs loudly and remarks that the girl deserves all the cognizance with gratitude, she reminds Veena that it is because of her help that they are going to have the flat and one should not forget good deeds of one’s friend. This advice Veena does not like, it was clear from her expression; she keep quite. What Yamuna was saying was correct and Veena for a while feels guilty of her feelings but one mind tells her that she has these reactions for the girl because she may not be in favor for her interest in her brother, Shree. Vena was in a very&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;confused mind on that issue, whether to support the girl on that or not she could not decide however, she had also realized that her Aatya was in favor of Ibna and that may matter if things develop in that direction. She remembers how Shree was kindly to Ibna whenever they were together and the way they were moving in the house at Ghatla. On that she felt embarrassed as to why she has any resistance to their coming closer. While these thoughts were loitering in her mind she overhears a small tapping on the entrance door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Who is it?” Veena and Yamuna both shout loudly. Yamuna on seeing Ibna entering the room hints of her coming to Veena and Veena reacts by whisper, “Talk of the devil and it comes!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Veena peeps out from where she was standing in the kitchenette and sees that Ibna was not alone, there was some man with her; “Who the hell she has brought with her? Veena questions to herself. 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While she was preparing to attend on usual office work Govardhandas waited patiently on a sofa in one side of the cabin watching pretty quick movements of the young lady with admiration. As Veena finally settled in her seat he graciously moved to her table and, while still standing, asked if he can broach the topic of the new flat. Veena looked to him and nodded suggesting that he may; on that he took out some papers from his wallet and putting them leisurely on the table told her the good tiding that now she owns the flat they had booked in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Condominium in a posh area of the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;. This was a pretty good news for Veena because their bidding for that flat was in the waiting list. Veena looked to those papers glee on her face and then looked to Govardhandas, thanking him for having used his influence to get her the flat. On that politely the senior person requested her that she should take care that she pays all installments in time and keep his honor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Please be sitted and have tea.” Veena; she further told him that she has made arrangements with her office so that all installments shall be paid out of her package automatically, and so he should not worry. Govardhandas looked relieved and then he said, “I had anticipated that you, most probably, will make of this arrangement. Thanks.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Govardhandas prepares to leave her room saying, that he shall come for the opening puja and would prefer to have tea and refreshments on the occasion instead of having it now. Both exchanged friendly smiles. As he leaves the room Veena calls Ibna to her room, to that she promptly answers, on her entering her cabin Veena shows her the papers of the flat waving them in air with a blissful laugh, on that Ibna joins her, Ibna takes the papers and carefully sees them, they were showing that now the flat is in Veena’s name, her name not mentioned anywhere. Ibna smiles to herself with satisfaction. After that Veena calls Yamuna on phone and tells her the good news. After that they were discussing about arrangements of the Vastu puja. Ibna as usual was interested in knowing about what they were talking, Veena tells her to wait to finish the conversation. Veena hangs the phone, looking to Ibna explains to her that on such occasions, in Hindus, a ceremony is performed to pacify the spirits, to make staying in the new place peaceful. This arouses Ibna’s interest, as Veena had expected, she asks many questions but on all of them Veena tells her to be patient and wait until the occasion, in the end she, looking to Ibna, mischievously remarks that Shree will be coming for the ceremony. On that as Veena was expecting Ibna could not avoid her blush.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looking down, avoiding Veena’s glances, presently to avoid being spotted by her friend in her that mood quickly darts out of the cabin. This her move amuse Veena. As Ibna moves out of her cabin now Veena relaxes in her spacious chair gaping to the ceiling of the room keeps wondering about her slow and steady progress from a humble village girl to an elite citizen. She appeared to be satisfied with the pace at which that progress was taking place. She nevertheless does not forget to thank Ibna for her solid support. Her mind cautions her that Ibna has her intentions; but that was not in any way detrimental to Veena’s and so there was nothing to worry about it, her other mind consoles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That day she wants to skip out of the office so that Ibna will not know of her going home early this was necessary as Veena did not want her to be at the house while she discusses her plans with Yamuna, this was not because they sought to do anything unwieldy or against Ibna but she simply wanted some privacy away from her. To do that she sends a message to her office clerk whom most probably Ibna would inquire when she shall not find Veena in her cabin, that she is going on a visit to some client and would return to office. This ploy, because she did not want the Arab girl to track her and reach her house, spoiling their privacy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena cautiously leaves her room after that and straight heads to her house. She was wondering about what Ibna shall do when she shall detect the ploy and that made her laugh to herself. Ibna, she liked for her innocence however her inquisitiveness about everything, at times, was rather awful. She reaches home and to her surprise Yamuna enquires about how Ibna has not come along. Yamuna tells Veena that Ibna’s nosiness is not to worry about; she told her that the girl is interested in their family so much that she has to know more about it and its customs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“What do you mean by this Aatyaa?” Veena inquires.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Are you aware that in addition to her helping us, she has interest in our Shree?” Veena asks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On that Yamuna chuckles but maintains studied silence and changes the topic. This her behavior flabbergasts her. Frowning, Veena keeps looking to her Aatyaa. After a pose Yamuna murmurs, “I like that girl.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Rashmi was standing near the mortal remains of her father. Veena sobbing held her hand gripping it strongly passing on her feelings to her. Other girls stood quietly. There was nothing to talk at that juncture and they preferred to convey their condolences mutely. After some silence Rashmi looked to other girls and politely accepted their condolences. It was a very sad ambiance. In turn the other girls touched Rashmi and passed on the commiseration. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Rashmi asked them, are they going to come to her house, not very far from that place, she said to Veena. The girls were at loss to decide whether they should go there or not. Ibna wanting to be familiar with more about Hindu ways showed interest in that and suggested that they should make a cursory visit since they have come this far, it shall be a good gesture and showed her desire that they should go and buy some flowers or a wreathe to be put on him as a gesture of honor to the deceased. The girls liked the idea and since for all of them it was a very different experience they looked very excited at the suggestion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Now they were moving out to find out where they can get flowers or the wreathe. Soon they found a small shop where they could get flowers. A small wreathe frame of cane was available and Ibna suggested that let us buy this on behalf of the office. Ibna told the floweriest to decorate it quickly and the wreathe was ready in no time. The three girls purchesed flowers and the flowered wreathe; called Rashmi on phone and told her that they prefer to be at her house, what she wants to do, if she wants to come along with them or prefers to come along with the body. It may take some time for the ambulance or hearse to reach the hospital. Rashmi tells them that she shall ask her brother and intimate and presently they saw Rashmi coming out of the hospital; signing them that her brother has advised her to go with her friends and be with her mother, she need not be at the hospital any more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Rashmi’s residence was not very far, they reached the place in a few minutes. It was a small house surrounded by a pretty garden. That area had all the small bungalows. On entering the house the girls decided to meet her mother and give their condolences. Rashmi’s mother was very quiet and showed no sign of panic as if she knew that her husband was not going to return, situation had made her so mature that she appeared as if she was not much bothered about the death. There in one central place in the big room, probably living room, a small photo of the father was kept on a table surrounded by some flowers and girls kept their flowers and the wreathe at the floor near the photo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mother was sitting in room next to that living room, when the girls sat near her they did not say anything however their silence was more eloquent. Mother knew Veena and Jyoti well but had never seen Ibna; she enquired about her and showed some surprise that a foreign girl has come to her house. The girls felt a lot of relief when Rashmi’s mother preferred to talk on matters other than the death of her husband. There was no usual crying around in that house. She told Veena and other girls that that death was not unexpected. She talked more about the pain in which father was suffering and even admitted that she was actually asking the almighty to finally relieve him of the pain by taking him to him. She said morosely that when she heard of the death instead of remorse she felt a unique sense of peace and then she thanked the god. Her this admission was most unexpected but it showed the practical way of her thinking. Veena was learning out of this unique experience as she had never had an occasion to go through such an experience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They saw more people, closer relations of the family, had began to gather around, on that Jyoti murmured to the other girls that it is good that they leave the place, she said, she was getting late and would prefer to go. Other girl save Ibna agreed and told Ibna that in Hindus women normally do not wait on the bereavement. Even though Ibna wanted to wait and see what goes on she finally accepted that suggestion and they moved out mutely signing to Rashmi and her mother an adieu. It was already late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Visit them bookmark them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kothareashok.blog.co.in/"&gt;Ideas and tips on any subject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.siliconindia.com/kothare/"&gt;Freedom of Expression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Send your comments on this part of the posting, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ashokkothare@yahoo.co.in"&gt;ashokkothare@yahoo.co.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;a href="mailto:ashokkothare@gmail.com"&gt;ashokkothare@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yes&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347559897454343903-838520306132578402?l=ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/838520306132578402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347559897454343903&amp;postID=838520306132578402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347559897454343903/posts/default/838520306132578402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347559897454343903/posts/default/838520306132578402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/employment.html' title='Employment'/><author><name>Ashok Kothare's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652257221406631595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCOhvDW5LNk/SKrL1R2QS0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gPKaBahT9Oo/S220/ask.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347559897454343903.post-8658375502362581198</id><published>2011-04-19T08:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:59:48.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Part 36&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;A week passed with many more fruitful events. Veena’s position was improving considerably and with that, friendship with Ibna. Veena decides to meet Govardhandas for further discussion on the offer of purchasing a new apartment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;On one day Veena along with Ibna and Yamuna visits a few newly built apartments in the city and finally they together decide on one good flat which was so placed that moving from that to the other places of their concern was fairly convenient. Ibna provides the initial payment and so her position in the family of Mahaale becomes all the more secured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Ibna’s brother Kamaal comes to know of the new arrangement but he does not appear to be anyway disturbed about his sister wanting to stay away with a non-Muslim friend of hers. In fact he tells Ibna that her choice is very good since Veena is a promising person and the more they remain in contact with her the better it shall be for their business interests. This new arrangement was also going to give him some additional freedom of movements with his friends in his flat and so overall everything appears to be without any hassles. Things were going on very smoothly and one day Rashmi phones to Veena and tells her that she will not be able to attend the office as her father has been admitted in the same hospital for the same complain. This worries Veena and she calls Jyoti telling her to do the work of Rashmi and help in the office work. They plan to visit Dr. Purohit’s hospital the same day after the office. These days almost everything happening with Veena was being noticed by Ibna and so obviously she comes to know of Rashmi’s predicament. Ibna insists that Rashmi is her office colleague and so it shall be proper that she also come along with them. There was no reason to refuse it and they tell Rashmi about the visit they will be making to the hospital. Veena cautions Ibna that as the hospital in a narrow lane she cannot take her limousine there. On that Ibna smile impishly and gives a mischievous wink that; Veena could not understand but that remains and Veena turns to her work almost forgetting about that. At the afternoon time as other staff slowly prepares to close the day’s work the three girls collect at the joint cabin of Veena and Ibna. They wanted to plan ways to go to that hospital in city’s most congested locality. On that Ibna tells them that let the matter be managed by her and on that they come out and reach the street where cars of office staff and officers are parked. There Veena tries to locate Ibna’s limousine but could not find it in there. Ibna was moving behind the other girls deliberately as she wanted to give them a surprise. Ibna then moves quickly to one yellow colored Nano car and open the doors inviting the other two girls to sit in that. Veena looks very amazed, “You did not tell me that you have a new car, Ibna”. Veena retorts impatiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“There is fun in giving surprises”, Ibna replies with that same impish smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Before entering it the girls keep observing the décor of the small car touching it at places as if they were testing the decency of the car. They occupy their seats one sitting next to Ibna, that was obviously Veena, and Jyoti settles at the rear seat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I hope this small car can ply through the congested streets of that locality!” Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Nobody says anything on that, the car moves out smoothly and they are on their way to the hospital. During the travel they were talking about the sickness of Rashmi’s father and in that Veena tells them how, last time he was ill, she helped Rashmi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;As they reach to the hospital they see Rashmi’s brother standing outside the hospital talking with somebody they did not know of. Ibna parks the car close to the entrance of the hospital. Veena shoves herself to brother of Rashmi and greets him but sees a melancholy in his face. It clearly indicates to her that the situation is not good. She is now surrounded by her other two friends and that makes him say, he murmurs sheepishly, “He is no more, your friend is inside near the body, if you people want to go you may go and meet her, but Rashmi is not in good state, she is, like all of us, very much disturbed at the loss.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That was a situation; these three girls did not know how to handle. They looked to each other, sadness had surrounded them, being girls they were naturally very sensitive about such happenings and Veena broke. Rashmi was the one on whom she always depended for advise about how to live in this city, and they were very close to each other. Jyoti was trying to control herself and Ibna knew nothing, terribly confused could not know how to react. Embarrassment had gripped the three. 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It was early morning and twitting of birds had just begun. She slowly moves and sees around, the idea that she is safe and that was just a terrible nightmare gives her strange contentment. Even though it was a dream it reflected possibilities for the future and now Ibna was going to be doubly careful about her relations with Shree. However this experience gave her some strength and she decides that no matter what, she shall be with Shree, Ibna convinced her that, that was her first love and not forced on her but it was her own. She knew, Shree did not know of her feeling for him, she had become conscious that Shree even does not have slightest idea of what she is thinking of him. Ibna decide at that moment that she is going to be his and only his wife, come what may. She knew so long as she is in India nobody from her place can do any harm to her. For better results, Ibna now decides that she has to back up her relations with Veena all the more strong in the coming time since that was her only chance to be with her love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Most unexpectedly both Veena and Ibna get an urgent call from their officer at an early hour when they were sleeping but as Ibna was not sleeping she took the call on her mobile, there the officer requests her to return to the office immediately as some most unexpected development had occurred in the market.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They pack up for return journey to the city and for the moment she forgets everything and concentrates on her work. As they reach office direct from the Ghatala village after dropping Yamuna her home, Ibna remains very quiet. Veena is not aware of what had conspired in her friend and she was also not thinking of any thing but the office work. The situation was something like that; as their officer had arranged for the meeting for the month. They were more concerned about the new situation in the market. Chief officer of the department was explaining to them how the new situation could be perilous to their future business and that now they have to find ways and means to work so that the company can come out of the turmoil safely. Finally officer tells them that if any one of them can find a way out of this situation and help the management that fellow will be rewarded handsomely. The meeting is over and every body I in the management staff is now gathered in the corners of the office standing patiently to reassess the circumstance. Veena and Ibna were in the meet and were deeply concerned about the new situation as their future plans were now at peril if proper handling of the circumstance is not worked out in time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;One of the staff explains to them that the situation is that their foreign competitor has launched a scheme that was so encouraging to their customers that a good amount of business may be lost to them. The only solution to that was as Veena understood is that their company should come with a better package of stimulus and that is all. She told them that there is nothing so difficult to offer a better package and further she begins to explain and at that moment their chief officer joins them to take note of the intricate details she keeps explaining to them. Some of them voice their concern and try to put in possibilities of drawbacks in the plan Veena was contemplating on. After some explaining and discussion things begin to become more clear and the officer and other colleagues of Veena appear to have been, sort of, showing confidence in her plans. After some more discussion management comes to know that Veena’s plan could be a fitting reply to the competitor. On realizing this a sigh of relief appears on their faces and now chief office hurriedly pushes Veena to his office and others intuitively follow them. At the office he officially congratulates her for the timely advise and assures her that she shall be rewarded for her contribution as he will be recommending her for the nest pay rise next month. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On hearing this Veena bursts into a big laugh. She tells them that it is nice that she shall be rewarded but it was her duty to help the company and she will be always doing that. Ibna witnessed this happening with amusement. She was feeling very proud of Veena considering her as her sister-in-law within her heart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They day was finished with contentment as Veena was going to get additional increment and more power to do her job. Things were improving for her and there was not limit to her delight. Ibna offered to give her lift to her house so that they can enjoy more, Veena was expecting it from her, they moved out of the office with all smiles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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They finished afternoon supper enjoying talk of farm and farm related topics where Shree was the main talker, rest were listening to his exploits and Ibna asking him questions after questions on various farming techniques giving him more importance. Father and mother with Yamuna of course, were amused to hear the Arab girl speaking Marathi with such ease that they could not believe their senses. Veena preferred to keep to herself only watching carelessly the advances of her friend, constantly worrying about what shall happen if this grows into an affair, she had noticed from the behavior of her friend that the girl was not easy to control and her brother may go in her favor, then what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; A&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;fter siesta mother decides to take Yamuna and Veena to the temple of their family deity. Mother inadvertently requests Ibna if she wants to see the goddess Mahalakshumi’s temple in the village and on that as Veena and Yamuna were expecting the girl immediately readied herself. They moved to the temple and there the temple priest welcomed the three not knowing much about the new girl offered the prasad to her along with the three ladies. They preferred to not mention about her religion to him as they thought it was absurd to do that. Being people from the same village the priest invited them to his house. They enjoy the day with such visits and introducing Ibna to all telling that she taught Shree car driving in one day. They all appreciated her talent and Ibna felt very thrilled on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Shree suggested to Ibna privately, will it be good to do some more driving at the evening for more practice, Ibna was overjoyed at the request and straight away accepts it. They move out in the car without telling any body in the house, fearing that they may not get a permission. As car roared every body in the house realize that they are going for some practice. Veena deliberately keeps out of it giving the couple some privacy. On return Ibna declares that Shree can drive car properly and should apply for a regular driving license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;At&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt; nightfall every body is preparing to sleep, Ibna is sleeping along with the ladies in a separate room. She prepares to sleep, is now fully engrossed with thoughts of Shree and all of a sudden she realizes that she is in her village in Arabia. People had gathered around her and one munsif talking in harsh voice calls Ibna and makes her stand in the middle of a circle of men all Arabs dressed in their native attire. On one side was sitting her father with red glare in his eyes full of disdain for her, the whole scene was eerie and Ibna with her both hand tied behind her with a thick rope was quivering even though it was very hot all over. They were talking about her exploits in India and the village court was summoned to decide what to do with such a girl who has shamed the Arab pride by falling in love of a kefir. The punishment offered for the wrong she has committed by loving a heathen was to severe her both arms and legs and for that she was allowed to run away from the punisher and if God forbids, she shall not be found by them and so not punished, obviously it was a ploy to offer some elusive chance to save herself from the punishment but every body including Ibna knew that the punishment for her guilt cannot be avoided. Munsif signs and the girl is allowed to run away from the crowd, they allow her to run some distance, Ibna running in the sand finds it very difficult to cover any tangible distance from the punishing men armed with two bladed swords in their hands. They are standing at the spot allowing her to cover some distance, Ibna is almost exhausted. The crowd is shouting in the name of Allah and holy Koran, their voices very sharp and full of contempt for her and in that she sees her brother and his friends were on the forefront to show their dislike for her, her father also shouting hoarse against her condemning himself for having such a daughter. Ibna is running very fast but the sand is so loose that she gets deep in it every time she jumps to go ahead. She looks back, sees that she has covered some distance, and sees the crowd looking small due to distance. It was night and the stars shining giving not much light for the vision. Ibna is terrified with the idea that soon they will start the run after her and catch on her in no time and there she hears the shouting asking the punishers to start the chase to catch on her. Ibna can no more run she is fully exhausted finally falls on the ground. She over hears the shouting of the crowd calling for punishment for her. Her eyes dimming due to exhaustion and there she sees a figure of some man standing not very far from her, that man tells her calling her name that it is better to be dead than staying with amputated limbs. Ibna is shocked to see that the man she was hearing was her uncle who was killed for reading bible when she was a small girl almost fifteen years ago. Ohh… it was the apparition, holding a shining dagger in his hands he tells her that he shall kill her before they come and try to amputate your limbs. She looks away at the punishing people amongst them was her brother wielding a sword of flat thick blade shining in the dim light of the stars. Ibna has no chance but to pray but then she realizes that praying for Allah is of no use as the punishment is coming due to his dictates and at that moment she remembers the Goddess Mahalakshumi’s temple. The divine Goddess she remembers and unconsciously begins to pray for her help. Ibna pleads saying that she has done no crime by loving Shree. It was most natural that she liked him and proclaimed even in that condition that her love for Shree was most honest and she still adheres to it. Ibna was sweating profusely looking nowhere she keeps calling Goddess her eyes closed keeps waiting for the inevitable. She now hears the voices of her brothers who were in the group to punish her and there she gets up. Ohh… it was a bad dream but how real. Ibna sits on the bed and sees the other people sleeping quietly. The night was advancing. Hearing an owl she gets out of her bed. Drenched in her sweat she is still panting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Ibna and Shree were walking together and Veena was ambling behind them occasionally glancing to the couple in bewilderment. Ibna asks Shree to try his hand on driving saying, “You occasionally drive tractor of your friend so you have the feel of driving, why not try your skills of driving tractor on my car?” on hearing this Shree at the outset politely refuses to do that saying. “I don’t want to damage it and not feeling very confident about driving a big car with that judgment.” On hearing that Ibna assures him that she will help while he drives and he better not bother about the car being damaged, that is no problem with her.” After some cajoling finally Shree accepts her plea and sits in the driving seat, Ibna prefers to sit very close to him as if she is almost at the driving seat. Veena sees all the exploits of Ibna attempting to sit almost pressing on her brother and as if pretending to be teaching him the driving, she senses the intentions of her friend on her brother but prefers to keep cool, after all, her brother was not objecting the girl for all those advances she was doing, then why bother, was her reaction and so on that she decides to keep watching all the pranks Ibna was going to play with her brother. Enjoying the touch of a man Ibna looked very pink confident and as Shree was not distasteful to her that confidence was growing all the more, Veena could feel that. Now she had started to enjoy the pranks of her friend and was more interested in what and how her brother reacts. Shree could easily start the car, here they moved out of that place, with the ease of an experienced driver. On seeing this Ibna began to laugh blissfully, her beautiful face beaming with unusual radiance, commenting on the good driving Shree was doing and pocketing the credit that she was instrumental for giving him a chance to drive. This her reaction annoyed Veena but kept cool as she wanted to see what more is happening in the couple. Veena saw Shree looked very pleased that he was now driving a car and that so easily. The car was automatic and so driving it was really very easy. Ibna holding on the arm of Shree firmly and pressing her thigh on his was almost pouring on him to get maximum of him. Pressing her thick bosoms on his arm occasionally. Veena being a girl was getting strange jitters. Veena even though did not like all her pranks did not bother to react or may be Shree if approver of all those things could be sour to her. She prefers to look out of the car and keeps watching the beautiful nature that they were speedily passing. It was not a big distance for the car to cover that and soon they were at the gates of Veena’s house. Ibna quickly separates from Shree as she sees father standing on the gate. Her gestures clearly showed the bewilderment suspecting if the senior person has had the glimpse of her advances on Shree. Luckily father did not appeared to be seeing anything. Shree Nath stops the car smoothly and looks to father with happiness that he could not have concealed. Father also looked puzzled on seeing his son at the driver’s seat and the question mark was very evident. Veena was enjoying the expressions father had on his face. They were a mixture of so many feeling that she could not discern. She comes out of the car and Ibna quickly follows with her looks very down trying to cover the shy on her face. Ibna looked very contented and her bosoms were quivering gently clearly giving hint to those who understand that the girl was satisfied. Ibna mending her uncombed hair stood like an innocent lamb trying to hide behind Veena, fathers presence was a little too much of embarrassment to her. Her feminine nervousness was very evident. Shree parked the car and got out with a pleasant smile, he handed over the keys to Ibna which she mutely refused to take and like a small child preferred to run into the house searching mother as if she badly needed those comforts of mother. Veena was enjoying the way her friend was reacting after having done all those excesses, pretending to be very innocent! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; T&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;hey had gathered in the kitchen but Ibna was not to be seen, “Where is Ibna?” asked mother. They searched and found that she was cleaning her limbs. They call it vazu in Islamic tradition. Cleaning arms, legs and face are required before they do the prayer, which she was doing. Looking to that mother having no idea about the Islamic tradition scolded her children pointing to Ibna’s sense of hygiene, “See how she has cleaned herself before eating, learn something from her and go and clean yourself quickly and join for the meal. Veena and Shree looking to Ibna with some distrust reluctantly move out to the toilet. Ibna looking very fresh comes near mother and stands quietly. She really looked very pretty with her pink features. Mother lovingly pats on her back and requests, “How did you like the small farm we have.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“It is very nice and Shree taught me something of the farming and you know Mumma, I have decided to learn farming from Shree so that I can also do it in course of time.” Her calling mother, Mumma, was a surprise to her but under the circumstance that was considered quite natural. Yamuna however, had the feel of what was brewing but preferred to keep quite. 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Veena standing at the door of the cottage keeps looking to them with incredulity a misty smile on her face shows that she was appreciating the couple. After some moments she turns to the room and keeps noticing the contents of that room. It was a small room of about twenty by fifteen size with reasonably large doors opening on opposite sides facing east west, there were two windows on the north side. The farm was located on the north side of the cabin and so through the widows it was possible to see the farm. Veena sees a heap of bags filled with fertilizers and other chemicals and a bag of seeds kept on one side. There were farm implements kept well arranged in one corner and a few things were kept hanging on a thick rope that was stretched across the length of the room. Walls were not white washed for, may be, many years and so they bore spoiled look. A stool in one corner was having a pile of old books on farming techniques and that appears to be the only reference library with which Shree Nath was doing his work. There was nothing very interesting to Veena in that room and on finding that she shifts to one window and prefers to keep watching the tranquil on the farm. Veena attempts to locate if she can to see what the two people are doing but due to fully-grown plantation of some creepers bearing some fruits she could not see much on the farm. However, occasional whisper of there conversation she could take note of but she could not understand what was the talk going on in them. Her feminine curiosity arose sharply and almost instinctively she heads towards the door on the west side and comes out of the room, begins to walk in the direction she was getting the voices. After passing through the hedge around the cabin she comes in the field. Voices become more clear now and she keeps walking in that direction, finds them standing near a sunshade watching a creeper loaded with cucumber fruits. Ibna was asking about the various treatments required for the plant and Shree Nath was replying assiduously. Their conversation, as Veena was expecting, was not and so she feels very guilty about the way she was suspecting the two young people. She looks nervous on that but then recovers soon and joins the pair. Veena had never taken interest in the farming but on seeing Ibna’s interest she develops curiosity for the subject and after going close to Ibna keeps listening to the discussion. What surprised most Veena was, the way Ibna was speaking Marathi. Here was a short pause and at that Veena retorts to Ibna, “How is it that you are interested in the farming and that too all of a sudden?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna looks sharply to Veena and with a casual smile replies, “Oh, yes, I am now interested in the farming, do you know Veena, agriculture was one of the subjects I had chosen during my higher studies in Zeda University from where I passed for management. Khalil Ibna Hasham school of agriculture I have attended to get my preliminary on animal husbandry and there we were thought Camel farming”, and on saying that Ibna begins to laugh. Veena again looks embarrassed that she poked her friend but recovers looking to her brother she asks, “So professor Saab how do you like this student?” the question had dual meaning and that came from Veena almost unconsciously. Shree Nath looks startled and for some moments keeps mum, but then he recovers and with a smile retorts that presently he appreciates her and feels very confident that Ibna shall pick up every bit of farming very soon. Veena on hearing this reply confused about what was the import of this reply, was it a reply to apparent meaning or to hidden one? Nevertheless, as if Ibna understood the reply aptly moves closer to Shree Nath, holds his hand firmly, and keeps looking to Veena confidently. All this was not expected by Veana and so she looks all the more nervous. Veena wanted to vent out her emotions and so asks Ibna, “How is it that you speak so good Marathi? We never speak in Marathi!” on that Ibna giggles and now further strengthening her grip on Shree Nath’s arm retorts, “I can learn Marathi if I want to, there are classes in the city to teach it.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“You did all this without informing me?” Veena vents out her surprise and distress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I wanted to surprise you! If I have to stay with you and aunty I must know your language and that was the purpose, but it came handy today with your brother” Ibna &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Looking to Shree Nath Ibna poses, “Shree, how was my Marathi?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena sees Shree Nath appreciating her courage and looks to his sister bewildered. Veena putting her right palm on her eyes, closing them contemplates, about the possibilities of any such future and feels frightened, she visualizes a kokanastha Brahman man and an Arab girl! How can such a thing be possible, she wonders? She looks to Shree Nath, he appears quite relaxed to her. Veena is flabbergasted and also some feared. Ibna was standing firmly but with her eyes down. Veena sees the couple in this new perspective and almost likes the pair, keeps on watching them for some moments with a silent smile on her face. Nobody was saying anything. They instinctively slowly begin to move towards the cabin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Visit them bookmark them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kothareashok.blog.co.in/"&gt;Ideas and tips on any subject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.siliconindia.com/kothare/"&gt;Freedom of Expression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Send your comments on this part of the posting, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ashokkothare@yahoo.co.in"&gt;ashokkothare@yahoo.co.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;a href="mailto:ashokkothare@gmail.com"&gt;ashokkothare@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Yes&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347559897454343903-219829176464111445?l=ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/219829176464111445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347559897454343903&amp;postID=219829176464111445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347559897454343903/posts/default/219829176464111445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347559897454343903/posts/default/219829176464111445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashokkotharesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/employment_29.html' title='Employment'/><author><name>Ashok Kothare's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05652257221406631595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCOhvDW5LNk/SKrL1R2QS0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gPKaBahT9Oo/S220/ask.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347559897454343903.post-6272201097090300866</id><published>2011-01-09T16:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:34:15.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 31&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Shree Nath and Ibna move inside and enter the kitchen together, Yamuna is watching it. Mother and Veena were busy preparing for the meals. Ibna looks very fresh but is not in any mood to talk and so no body wants to disturb her. They enjoy the refreshment and Shree Nath bid bye to go for his work on the farm. On hearing that Ibna reminds Veena that she came to the village to see the farm and know more about that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena tells Shree Nath that Ibna wants to se their farm and wants to know about the farm life, on that Shree Nath readies for that and asks Veena to accompany them as he finds it rather awkward to be with her alone. Veena with a mischievous smirk moves out and the three come to the car. Ibna tells Shree Nath that it shall be better to go in her car as the farm is not very close. Shree Nath beams with that suggestion and they move out to the farm in her car. Yamuna comes out to see them off; she is having a smile but looks concerned about the way things are developing. She decided to talk about the probable intentions of the Arab girl to Veena’s mother as Yamuna feels that these developments might create new problems in the future. However, she decides to keep quiet for the time being. Yamuna slowly moves in side the house as the car moves out of sight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;It was a very rough road to the farm, practically no road at all. With bumps and jolts the car approaches the farm but it cannot go quite near it as there were no proper roads for such a car there further. Shree Nath comes out and requests the ladies to follow him mutely. Ibna sitting in her driver’s seat waits looking around to see the scenery. A very pleasing sight it was, nature was rich with greenery with a thick forests on other side of the farm, some cattle were grazing in the near by ground, smell of wild flowers had filled the weather. Occasional bellowing of cattle and running around of the calves was so enchanting to that girl from dessert that she kept on looking around as if spellbound. Veena and Shree Nath did not say any thing as they realize the situation, that Ibna was very new to such surroundings. They kept waiting for her to come to herself and after a while she did realize that the two were waiting for her. On that she felt embarrassed and bid for excuse but that was not required. Ibna comes out hurriedly, readies by making her shirt, paint proper, stands for a while, and begins to walk along the brother. Sister prefers to keep a little distance from the couple as she has by now fully realized that Ibna may want to say something very private to her brother and she does not want to be a nuisance for them, offering them some real privacy. The passage was not so good and walking on that soiled trail was not so easy for the girls. Nevertheless, they were kept walking and occasionally Ibna would hold hand of Shree Nath for a good support so that with her high heeled shoes she could make some ambling. Veena was watching the couple walking in the front some paces away and she felt that Ibna can make a good partner for her dear brother. They reached the farmhouse soon and that small walk of about a furlong had practically exhausted both girls. They needed to have a seat to be comfortable and here brother Shree Nath offered them a cot woven with coir rope to sit. He flung a thick shawl on top of that cot and smilingly requested them to be comfortable. The girls were very amused about the way he did all that, knowing fully well that under the circumstance there was nothing better than that to do from him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The farmhouse was neatly kept but the condition of that small chalet reflected the financial condition of the farmer. Shree Nath tells them to relax while he shall take a turn around the farm to see how work is going on. He swiftly moves out before any body may say things. Ibna looks to Veena, amused about the place and tells her that at her village in her country things were quite different. She rejected that place saying that it is terribly hot over there and life is much harder. Walking in sand is much more difficult than walking on this hard ground with ups and downs. Ibna now gets up and readies to move to the farm, her resolve to see the place surprises Veena, she tells her that she would prefer to be at the cottage while Ibna takes a turn around the farm. Veena tells her that the farm is not very big and it will not take much time to see it. On that Ibna warns her that she is not satisfied by just seeing the place but also wants to know about the working of that place so that she can do something to help Him. The way she mentioned Shree Nath in her utterance flabbergasts her. 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Veena was now very watchful of the reactions of Shree Nath. While Yamuna was watching the facial expressions of Ibna. Shree Nath appeared to be very naïve; he was busy helping remove the bags and other things those were brought by the ladies. Ibna was conspicuously looking very innocent to Yamuna, she was moving around and helping Shree Nath in his work. Veena and Yamuna decided to leave them alone and left the place to get into the house. Veena’s father and mother looked very pleased and they welcomed the ladies particularly Ibna. Mother came out to greet Ibna and that was a kick for aspiring young girl. She looked overwhelmed and simply ran to embrace her. Both looked very thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shree Nath carried the luggage inside and the group moved in the house, father with a gracious smile to Ibna asked her how she feels in their humble cottage. Ibna on that blushed, looking away, as if she was trying hard to suppress her feelings of joy. She looked to Veena with some expectations but Veena was not attentive to that. She was rather more interested in the conversation amongst the ladies, her mother and aunt. Ibna looked to Shree Nath but even he was not attentive to her, he was busy arranging the luggage in the room. Every thing appeared very sporty and that boosted her expectations more. Ibna was feeling a very different type of happiness, never found before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After some time things settled and they decided to have the meeting to discuss the topic for which they had actually come to Ghatla. Veena described about the new house she was intending to purchase and after that when father asked about the financial arrangements she told him and the family that Ibna is going to join her in the venture. On hearing this father and mother looked very confused, they did not know how to react; since this Arab girl had been a big help to them all the time and now this one more obligation. Father asked Veena and Yamuna whether they have considered all the pros and cons of the deal. Even though they were talking in their mother tongue, Marathi, Ibna had smartly picked up all the gist of the conversation and she interrupted by saying to them, particularly looking to Shree Nath that she will withdraw after Veena returns the money to her and until then she wishes to stay with them, as she has some problems with staying at her brother. On that Veena and Yamuna explain to them her nuisance at her brother’s place. That clears any doubts if they had but at the end Veena’s father and mother both admit of Ibna’s great help to them; father tells her that he has no words to thank her for whatever she is doing for the family and promise her that she is no more an outsider but a member of the family. On hearing that Ibna blushes profusely, putting her head down, holding her face in her both palms. Father was sitting next to the girl and he with his fatherly compassion pats on her shoulders gently to comfort her and that excites the girl all the more making her hide herself, she could not sit in that place due to extreme excitement and finds it very difficult to control herself, leaves the room. They all appreciate her feelings, nevertheless, Yamuna is watching all this with a different angle, she was watching the reactions of Shree Nath but he looks very nonchalant. Yamuna apprehends that Shree Nath is absolutely oblivious of the Arab girls feelings and that actually makes her very comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The meeting ends when mother calls them all for the light refreshments she had prepared for the family. They all collect at the kitchen come dining room but find that Ibna is not with them, on that Shree Nath goes out to see her, Ibna was sitting on the swing on the verandah, and he draws near her, standing close to her he calls her softly. Ibna refuses to look to him out of tremendous shyness but then passionately hold his hand and looks to him. Shree Nath is still not very aware of what was going on in the mind of the girl and casually tells her that every body in the kitchen is waiting for her to join for the meals. Ibna realizes that the young man is not aware of her feelings and on that she feels more attracted to him for his simplicity. The girl is now too much involved in this young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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That is noticed by the two ladies but they could not make out why; may be that was because she was interested in visiting that virgin village, a place similar to her native place, or may be for some other reason. They were not much bothered for small reactions of the Arab girl. They decide to go to the village on the next weekend. Veena told Ibna that this time hey would not want to take her with them. On hearing that Ibna looked silent but Veena and her aunt noticed that her eyes were filled with tears. The girl was very upset on that suggestion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“But why I should not accompany to that house, is it because I am a Muslim?” Ibna asks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On hearing this query Veena feels pity on the girl and tells her aunt that they cannot treat her in this way, she has been a big help and avoiding her really does not make any sense. After some consideration finally Yamuna Aunt accepts her pleading and the matter is settled, Ibna was going to accompany them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna feels relieved and with a mischievous smile retorts to Yamuna, “If you two had not allowed me, I would yet, come any way, I know the road now; I would be reaching Ghatla much before you two and would be waiting with your family to receive you!” on hearing that they all begin to laugh together, Veena and Yamuna had not thought of this possibility and on understanding it they realized that it was only foolish to avoid Ibna on that visit. It was the coming Saturday that they plan to go as they have weekly holiday for two days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna looks very pleased on the idea that she is going to that village, but why? Veena was especially wondering on this. They prepare for the visit and on Saturday early morning Ibna reaches Veena’s house and they commence the trip. The travel was as usual very pleasant and they take their typical sojourn on the Ghat for breakfast and move further. Veena was watching Ibna how dexterously she was maneuvering that big car. Yamuna had no interest in that and she was busy watching the pleasant morning scenery around. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Iban asks Veena, “When are you going to learn driving? You do not have to wait to learn driving until you get your car, you can drive mine. Since we are going to stay together it will be good if you learn driving and help me. Veena, it is sometimes very boring to drive continuously. And it is always good to have a reliever, if you learn we can travel together in this car all over and enjoy more.” On hearing that Veena promises Ibna that she will learn driving in coming season and be help to her in driving whenever they go to Ghatla. On hearing this comment of her friend Ibna laughs loudly. Yamuna was not very attentive to that conversation but as Ibna puts her next question to Veena it becomes interesting to her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna asks Veena about Shree Nath, she wanted to know if Shree Nath knew driving. Veena tells her that her brother is busy tending the family farm and has not had much time to learn all these skills. She innocently tells about the hard work he is doing to save the family from many financial turmoil. Ibna is listening to the exposé intently and that Yamuna observes; with her keen feminine sense she gets the smell of what was brewing in the mind of the Arab girl. Yamuna was getting the hint very appropriately and she actually had that hint very early at the time of the last visit but she had kept silent as that was not the opportune time to talk of it. Yamuna was wondering how it could be if this foreign girl comes in that Brahmin house as Shree Nath’s spouse. She smiles to herself, the girls are not aware of her reactions, they were busy chatting about Shree Nath, Ibna tells Veena that she wishes to visit their family farm this time and would like to see it with her brother so that she can learn something of the farm life. Veena promises that they will visit the farm and it shall be easy sine the car can take them quickly to the farm. Farm was considerably away from their house she explains. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Yamuna is now more alert about the conversation of the girls but decides not to interrupt. They soon reach the precincts of the village and Ibna with a smile on her face blows the horn of the car to inform of their coming to the family. That horn was special and could be heard from distance. 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But Ibna being very talkative and friendly type of a girl opens up the topic and tells Yamuna about the meeting they had with Govardhandas. This makes things very simple and then the three ladies sit comfortably and begin to discuss about why Ibna wants to join Veena and her aunt, leaving her brother. Ibna explains to them the problem she experiences while staying with her brother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“We are not supposed to ask but I think it is good that we know of your problems with your brother.” Veena &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“My problem with him is typical of the problem between a man and a girl. Even though Kamaal is my brother and there is no trouble between we two, the problem begins when his friends keep coming and even staying at our place. I told him several times that he should keep his friends out of the house but, you know, Veena, these men are so adamant and simply do not care to listen to me. At times he tells me to manage my problem.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“How to manage it, you tell me?” Ibna asks telling the facts about her problem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This in a way clears the minds of the other two ladies and they realize that they should be considerate to her and allow her to join them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Yamuna after a pause asks Ibna, “What type of friends are they? Are they causing you some direct inconvenience?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“What do you mean by direct? Counter asks Ibna with a smile to Yamuna while sharing a piece of cake. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I mean to ask, do they refer to you while talking amongst themselves or any other such affront?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“They never talk about me at all and that is not the issue, as my brother shall never allow such an affront at any level; but the problem is that I cannot share the living room or even our kitchen when they are around. Worst part is that I have to move in the house with all that covering!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I hate burkha so much but our custom demands that when other men are around it is mandatory that woman wears it and covers her so completely that even a small part of skin is not visible. It suffocates me, you can imagine my troubles. Particularly when they are in kitchen the problem is very horrid.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Do they pass comments so that hints at you?” Veena enquires with curiosity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“That is not possible, but they are all our community people and know of us well and they are there in our house to see what we two are doing. You know they pass information of our activities to other people of our community and that I do not like at all.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“This is every where; in our people also relations keep dropping in the houses to find out what is going on in houses; that is a common problem of interference in all people, you cannot avoid it.” Yamuna &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I appreciate your concern that you have to wear this burkha even in the house and that is not good.” Veena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Both the ladies, Veena and Yamuna exchange their glances and come to some conclusion, which was about the acceptance of Ibna’s plea that she can join in the flat. In addition to that it was a big help to Veena that she was going to share the expenses and Ibna was not going to join for free. So that was not a liability but in stead an asset to have her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Finally Yamuna asks one more question to Ibna as to whether her brother shall visit the flat and if he does what to do if he comes with his friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This question brings some laughter in the three and Veena looks to her friend with expectations. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Ibna assures them that Kamaal is a nice man and at best he is going to be man’s help to all of us and you should look to him as a help and no danger. Moreover, his friends are not bad people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I know for certain that Kamaal shall never come with his friends to our place.” Ibna &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“Veena asks, “Will you have to wear burkha on their visit?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I can keep without burkha at your flat as that is not my place.” Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“How you say that is not your place? You are making sizeable contribution.” Yamuna retorts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“My brother will never know that I have put my money in that flat. I do not want him to know of all our deals.” Ibna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;With a mischievous smile Veena warns Ibna, “If I refuse of your partnership? What you shall do?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Yamuna clearly shows her displeasure at such a comment and rules it out by showing it on her face, she was about to scold her niece and there Ibna reacts in a very friendly way and says, “I shall forget my contribution and leave the place.” Ibna was looking very serious on that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Yamuna now scolds Veena for her objectionable remarks and reassures Ibna, “please do not take this stupid talk of Veena seriously; nothing of the sort is at all possible.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“I know it, I have been with you people for some time now and that has given to me a clear idea about reliability of you people, I am not bothered about all these things.” Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena wants to change the topic and asks the other two, “When shall we go to Ghatla to talk about it to my father and mother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Finally the two girls decide about the partnership option and are now ready to meet the two men. The agent and his aid join them and the other person softly talks about the various loan schemes at banks for home loans. The two girls do not disturb the man and allow him to pour out all the schemes of banks. After that they look to each other and Veena opens up the plan they had thought. This plan of Ibna was immediately accepted by the other person however, Govardhandas looks a bit skeptic about it. He looks to Ibna intently and shows his disapproval to Veena mutely by just twisting his lips in resistance. He was definitely hinting at the religion angle as he being an elderly person from other type of Brahman caste suggests to Veena that it is better that she consult her aunt Yamuna before any final decision is taken. That meeting ends without any decision against Govardhandas’ disapproval of Ibna’s offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls come out of the place and stand out while the two men move away quickly to attend other appointment. While moving away from the couple of girls, Govardhandas looks back to Veena and waves hinting to say, “Be careful my child!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were in no mood to say anything to each other but some decisions has to be taken and Veena had no pang of conscience against Ibna, she had by her own conviction already rejected the doubts Govardhandas has raised but as Govardhandas would not allow things to move unless he get approval of the senior lady, Veena knew for certain that the simple ritual of getting approval of her aunt cannot be avoided. She looks to Ibna to find out her reaction. Ibna appears to be oblivious of Govardhandas’ remarks as he was talking in the language the Arab girl has yet not learned. Ibna actually looks baffled and hints to Veena to understand what went wrong. Veena feels very sorry of the innocent Arab girl and lovingly puts her arm around her collar and they begin to move out. Ibna finally becomes impatient and asks Veena what was the decision. Veena tells her in consoling tone that the old man suggested that before any final decision is taken she must consult her aunt as her aunt is her guardian even though Veena is grown up enough she being a woman is always under some supervision for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohh, that is all”! Ibna exclaims with great relief. “I was wondering for some wrong things but as you say, it is very good that we consult aunt Yamuna, she is our elder and we should and must consider her opinion on such vital issues, Veena I am approving of the advise of the old man and I think we should move forthwith to your house and sort out the mater with aunt. I am taking out my car.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move to Veena’s house and reach in time to get Yamuna on the road. They pick her up and three go to the house. All the ladies were very tired; Yamuna had come from her school. Veena goes in to refresh herself and Yamuna waits on Ibna, chatting. The two talk in broken English as Yamuna’s English is not up to the mark. That did not matter because ever since Ibna’s visit to their village both the women were very friendly. Veena comes out and tells Ibna if she wants to relieve her and become fresh, saying, “Now we have to begin being together so you may make yourself fresh and then we shall open the topic with Yamuna”. Ibna really wanted to relieve herself and promptly prepares for that. In the meantime, Yamuna had prepared some eating and they sit together to discuss the matter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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The day was very busy and they had no time for any chatting. At noon estate agent Govardhandas comes to see Veena. He tells her that he has talked to the builder and the arrangement for installment payment is possible for the flat Veena had liked. This tiding pleases Veena and she begins to think about how to arrange for the remaining funds to pay first installment. Veena requests Govardhandas to meet her after the day is over so that they can sit in a restaurant and sort out plans for the purchase of the flat. Govardhandas goes and here Veena is now in a different but jubilant mood looks around to see if her friends are near by to tell them about this new development. For her dismay there was nobody to share her first joy, she goes in the office and sits quietly envisaging about her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At afternoon time about 4:30 pm she leaves the office and moves to the restaurant as planned. She phones to Ibna and tells her about the new development. On hearing that Ibna requests her that she would like to accompany her at the meeting as Ibna also wanted to invest some money in a flat. She tells Veena that she has taken new ideas from her and that now she also wants to stay separate from her brother. She tells Veena, “I want to be truly independent like you and want to enjoy my stay in this democratic country.” Veena nods for her request and there Ibna immediately packs her stuff and quickly move out to meet Veena at the ground floor foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the young ladies are now moving swiftly to that restaurant. They see Govardhandas waiting for them at the entrance of that bistro. There was one more person with him. They noticed the two girls and with a genial smile he welcomes Veena. On meeting, Veena introduces Ibna to Govardhandas. She tells him that Ibna is also interested in a flat for herself. This makes Govardhandas a bit joyous and it reflects on his mature face. Govardhandas introduces his accomplice as his aid in fixing the deal. They sit comfortably in the eatery and Govardhandas orders for some snacks and they commence to discuss the matter. Ibna was very careful and listening the talk intently. Staying in the city had naturally taught Ibna some local terms and so she could follow the discussion. The other person opens his brief and takes out the plan of the building and over that plan they are trying to decide about which flat could be suitable for the lady. Veena tells them that presently she is alone and most probably she will be joined by her aunt. Govardhandas suggests while talking that it is better that she insists that her aunt comes and stays with her. After other things discussed in length the most important topic of payment and mode of payment comes up for the discussion. Veena frankly tells the two men that she does not have any cash as she had just paid for her previous loan and so if a loan from bank can be arranged it will be good. The two men moved out for a while requesting the girls that they would like to sort out some things amongst themselves so that some workable loan proposal can be arranged. As the two men move out and stand a distance Ibna moving her face very close to Veena as if she wants to whisper to her right in Veena’s ears and tells her in a very low voice that Ibna would like to join Veena in the flat if she has no objection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibna suggests, “I want to recommend that we together can book the flat and stay together with your aunt. I can share the half burden; that will reduce Veena’s liability to a great extend. Veena my brother will never allow me to stay alone but if I tell him that I am staying with you along with your aunt he would accept the idea. Do you have any problem with this offer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggestion was most unexpected by Veena and on hearing it she looks greatly relieved. Veena looks to Ibna and holding her hand in hers pressing warmly smiles to Ibna and by movements of her eyes suggests that the idea is simply great. Veena had actually begun to like her Arab friend regardless of her being a Muslim girl and Veena a Brahmin. Religion had no place in their relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena asks Ibna, “How shall you arrange for the money?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With added enthusiasm Ibna looks elated and patting on Veenas shoulder lightly again whispers, “I have enough money to pay for the flat in one down payment. I would suggest you had better not taken any loan at all. You can pay for the share of yours to me slowly, that will make things much better for you and you know Veena, I want to be with you and your family anyhow. Please do not refuse my offer. By doing this I can keep my brother satisfied that I am in good company. You shall pay every month as the salary comes and over and above Veena, my dear friend I do not want any interest from you. I know you are a proud girl just like me and so I shall take that money so that you can be comfortable at your mind. The flat will be in partnership when booked even though you may not have paid any money to me.” The suggestion was a little too good for Veena and she looked stunned.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time the two men came and joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Sudhakar, brother of Veena comes out early, sees the big car, and finds that during yesterday's marriage procession lots of children and other people had touched the vehicle so that there were many stains of fingers. He decides to clean the car and gets a bucket of water and a cloth, commences to clean it. The more he cleans it the more he likes that big car. He finishes the cleaning, keeps the mats and other things in place, is about to move away and there Ibna comes on the veranda, looks the spick and span car, and is delighted. She sees Sudhakar, she has curiosity for the young man who spoke very little during their encounter and so wanted to meet him. Ibna moves instinctively towards the car and Sudhakar and holds him by arms and before knowing what she was doing she plants a kiss on his cheek. The sudden bump into of Ibna astound him and he takes a back but very next moment he returns the kiss by holding her face in his powerful palms and he presses his lips on hers. They are in that posture for some time, nobody knows, but then both realize the situation and quickly separate away looking to each other. All that happened was not planned but spontaneous. Both understand that they like mutually. Ibna reflects giving a shy smile and now she is afraid of what happened in them. Sudhakar being a man is having different reaction. He whispers to her in English, "I am sorry, while it happened naturally"! They separate and Sudhakar holding the bucket in one hand throws the towel on his shoulders, moves to the veranda. Quickly climbs the steps and is about to enter the house, Veena and Yamuna come there. They do not know what had happened within the two young people. Ibna had just controlled herself and was standing at the driver's door of the car, looking nowhere. Veena and Yamuna are followed by father and mother and they come on the veranda. The little puppy was standing close to Veena to bid goodbye to her, wagging his tail and muttering some low growl, Veena senses the need of the puppy and lovingly picks him up and gives a kiss. Now they have no time for other things to do and so they began the final ceremony of bidding a bye. The three occupy their seats and the big green car, moves, but Ibna stops the car and now she wants to know about where there is a petrol pump nearby. There Sudhakar again comes on the veranda and there they see each other. Ibna wanted to ask about the pump but instinctively as though Sudhakar tells her the exact place where she can find one, he tells, "Not very far from the check post of the village, as you turn towards north in about five minutes you will see one gas station". Ibna is surprised to see that already this man has begun to read her mind. This experience was new to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They again start the vehicle and now they are moving out of the compound of Sudhakar's house. Soon they reach the check post there they see some people waiting to say happy journey to them. That was really very delicately emotional thing for Ibna, they were thanking her for her car. Interesting enough Mr. Prabhakarpant was amongst them. This actually surprised both Veena and Yamuna. They moved on. The hospitality and warmth that the village people had given to Ibna was deeply moving her. But more than that the kiss of Sudhakar. She was cleaning repeatedly her lips with her tongue and each time she did it she enjoyed his touch as though it was still very fresh. These thoughts had made her very sensitive, so much so that she stealthily looked to Veena as if Veena might get to know what had happened in the two young people. Veena was completely oblivious of this and so she was busy watching to see if there they see the gas station. Ibna speeded the car and there Veena notices a petrol pumps and warns about it to Ibna and on that she squeezes the breaks so hard that the car shrieks to holt. They get the diesel and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the village and other things of that place are gradually replaced by the thoughts of the office and the city. Yamuna had not taken a good sleep and so she resting her head on shoulders of Veena takes a doze. Everybody is silent since there was nothing to talk on but Ibna was very anxious to know of the young man; the fear that Veena may suspect something and may get the mouse, she is now wondering as to how to broach the topic. She decides to let time pass and the idea that the topic can be taken up on some other opportune time. This relieves her somewhat and now she concentrates on driving. Veena tells her after some time that they have enough time and so Ibna need not speed the vehicle. The breakfast brunch was packed with them neatly and they decide to have it as they go to the same spot.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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I shall be posting new episode every twenty days in place of ten day. This change is required because I am preparing for my Doctorate in philosophy and for that I need time. So next episode Will come on 10Th September. I shall resume regular timing after finish my work on that project. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the house of Charu and moneylender Ramnath, Gangubai was sitting along with some other relatives of the couple and there Charu was condemning her husband for spoiling the matter of Veena. Ramnath is trying to explain to Charu how the game was spoiled by that Arab girl. But nothing could satisfy her and she keeps on blaming him for loosing that Veena on whom she had planned many things. Gangubai was looking to the couple alternatively and was very keen in listening all that was going on there. In the meantime Prabhakarpant comes in the house. This man is elder brother of Ramnath and father-in-law of Yashoda, Veena's friend. Charu wanted that Veena marries her son Vishwas but over the period this boy was in bad company and is spoiled and the village knows about it and so Ramchandra is no longer interested in that marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prabhakarpant let know Ramnath why he came to his house, "I want to propose to Ramchandra that he accepts my daughter Shweta as his daughter-in-law, how you like the proposal. This disturbs Charu all the more because on one side the proposed marriage of Vishwas is as good as cancelled and on that her brother-in-law has come to propose that his daughter be given in that house! She starts cursing herself aloud so that they all see and hear it. The complete atmosphere of that house was uneasy. Looking to the situation Gangubai prefers to leave the place and bidding goodbye to Charu, patting lovingly on her soft shoulders, she moves out. Gangubai is now equipped with a lot of spicy news and so she was very anxious to share it with other women of the alley. Typical of women she with a smothered laugh wants to go to the house of Veena's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming from Ramnath's shop the family of Mahaale looked relieved of big burden and at the same time terribly tired; all the same they collected in the living room and Ibna joining them, began to discuss the whole issue one more time. Here Ramchandra with curiosity in his eyes asks Veena, "Veena, did you have any idea about what could have been the promise that Ramnath may be wanting to extract from me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena beamed on that question and lowering her towards her mother she spoke in low voice, "When I met Yashoda at her house she told me about the new avatar of Vishwas, that he has taken to bad company and warned me that I should be very careful because Charu and Ramnath are wanting to get him married early so that it may recover him. And that they want to get me as his wife, Ramnath was expected to put Baba in a dilemma by using this loan as a temptation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramchandra heaved a groan on hearing that. He looked very pleased at the way things turned up. He looking to Ibna with gratitude folded his palms in namaskar and loudly thanked her. On that first the girl did not understand it but quickly she waved her both hands and returned the thanks, she told Veena that she had done nothing so great in helping her. The atmosphere of the house was now very congenial, everybody was appearing quite happy that the loan matter that was virtually eating into them is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With renewed vigor Ramchandra enquired to Veena what are her plans now as the measure hurdle is over. On that Veena tells him her plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept chatting for quite some time and as the night grew, Yamuna ordered them all that, tomorrow they have to go back to city and so they must go and get some rest.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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I shall be posting new episode every twenty days in place of ten day. This change is required because I am preparing for my Doctorate in philosophy and for that I need time. So next episode Will come on 20&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; August. I shall resume regular timing after finish my work on that project. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at the shop they saw that the shop was busy with customers and Ramnath was engaged in his work. They waited outside of the shop a few steps from the shop so that Ramnath may see them. After completing one deal with his buyer he looked around and saw the trio standing there to be summoned by him. He waved to them and called them in. They slowly approached the cash counter where Ramnath was sitting and stood. Ramnath with a tongue-tied smile welcomed them and asked to be comfortable on the seat next to the counter. Ramchandra told the purpose for which they have come, produced the loan matter papers, and said in stifled voice, "Ramnath according to my calculations, which I have put in details on this paper, I have brought the final installment amount", and then he looked to Veena, she promptly removed a bundle of notes from her wallet and gave in Ramchandra's hand. Ramnath looked to the papers, cleared his throat, and in equally stifled tone said, "These calculations are on the basis of simple interest, but sorry to tell you that due to over delay for he payment I want to get compound interest on the loan amount and I have different figures for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean by that"? Ramchandra roared in raised voice.&lt;br /&gt;"It is very simple now you will have to pay me compound interest on the loan amount and that is final, excepting if you are ready to give me some promise"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an awful new situation for Ramchandra and he looked to Veena to know what she has to say. Veena was sternly watching the moneylender with scorn on her face. Ibna sensed that the matter is taking some unduly awkward turn and so she became more alert and stood next to her friend firmly showing no sign of apathy for the moneylender. Voices were raised by both men as Ramnath insisted that he shall not accept this simple interest and if Ramchandra is not ready to accept and give a promise, he shall have to pay compound interest but if he accepts the conditions and comply accordingly all interest on the loan will be forgotten and he will be a free man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What promise and what condition"? Ramchandra now in shaken voice whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime some customer pushes in and insists that he be cleared first and so the matter remained and that was time for the trio to get over the new situation. They gathered together and Veena taking Ibna in confidence told her what ruckus was all about. Ibna suggested that in case he insists for compound interest let him tell the difference that you have to pay, before you talk on any promise giving issue first let us know the damage. That was a very appropriate point and Veena tells her father to let him spell out what extra money he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As that customer moves out Ramchandra asks Ramnath, "What is the extra amount that will be"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that question Ramnath holds a callous smirk on his face, moving his head in the affirmative gesture spits on one side the tobacco he was chewing, and looking to the trio says, "I calculated and according to my calculations you will have to pay me extra 3782 rupees and 32 paisa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is no big deal" Veena blurts out emotionally with a smile of relief. On that Ramnath looks to her with a scornful eye; sensing that the amount he has committed appears to be to small for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right I shall bring that amount next week and that should settle the matter". Ramachandra speaks with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next week? Sorry Ramchandra, I cannot wait for that, you shall be paying me that amount right now or else give me a promise"! Ramnath exclaims loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the shop were all listening to the conversation going on in the two men. All knew the teacher and his daughter Veena very well, and they being people from the village were well aware of the scuffle going on between Ramnath and Ramchandra over that loan. They also had just seen how Veena and her friend had helped in Yashoda's marriage by offering to give the car and so they had inquisitiveness for what the end of this scuffle could be. Many of them even after having finished their purchases were not moving out but in stead waited on to see the end. The crowd began to grow and that came on Ramnath's nerves. He shouted toward them, remonstrated to them, and asked them to clear out but nobody was bothered about his shouting, they were all interested in Veena and her side so much so that they began to laugh and grin looking out to each other. This behavior of customers unnerved Ramnath but nevertheless, he continued to insist that the money must be paid immediately. One young man in loud voice demanded to know what promise Ramnath wants to extract from the village teacher. That disturbed the moneylender terribly. He looked to that man mockingly and warned him that he should not know that as the matter is private and nobody else in the village need bother about it but that command was neglected by others and now more men and some women neared the counter and began to ask about the promise that he wants from the man in place of the interest. They were interested in knowing that as the moneylender was not very popular amongst the village people. However, Ramnath was not wanting to openly say anything about the promise he wanted from the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was too much for Veena and looked to Ibna desperately, for how to evade this predicament. Ibna thought for some time and winking to her friend with a smile of confidence, she opened her purse and took out four notes of thousand rupees. The village people were witnessing the whole show and that with great interest, in that sleepy village they never often get to such entertaining moments and now they looking to the foreign girl with those notes, a sound of Ahhaa… came from them all followed by a hissing sound of smothered laughter. Ramnath saw that and he looked very much down in the dumps. Veena instinctively took them and gave to her father. Ramchandra holding those notes in his hands produced them to the moneylender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena roared to Ramnath saying, "Please pay the balance and sign on the papers to finish the matter. Ramnath was totally unprepared for such a turn and looking to the foreign girl spat out some curses. The village people realized that the show is over and so cleared from the shop. Ibna saw her friend's father was completely drawn down and so she held the elderly man's arms and suggested to him mutely, "Let us move out, Veena shall manage the rest matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramchandra was dazed so much so that he could not understand what was happening, he mutely followed the Arab girl and slowly they stepped out from that shop. Soon Veena followed them after a few steps and the papers of loan properly signed by the moneylender, gave them to her father but he refused to take them and told his daughter, "Keep them to you for a while". They slowly kept walking towards their house, Ramchandra now gradually came to his proper senses and new realization that he is a freeman gave him relief, now he slowly began to smile. That made the two girls very relieved. They were walking down the alley to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were about to open the gates of the compound they saw a motorbike slowly approaching them. The young man rider said, "Hello", to Veena, it was pretty dark there but Veena could see him, he was son of Ramnath. She casually returned the greeting mutely and they brushed aside him and entered their compound, the young man did not wait and though the encounter was very brief, but to Veena that was very perturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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The house was full of people moving in and out busy doing their work, a few children were playing in the courtyard of that house, it was a house where a marriage was going to take place and so that was expected. On one side there were was place to keep chappals, both the girls removed their shoes, kept them there and they tiptoed inside the house hurriedly, Veena getting welcoming remarks and the women curiously noticing the new girl. They come near a small room which housed the family Gods; Veena peeped in side, saw Yamuna sitting in front of the God image, her head down, she was alone. Veena took hand of Ibna and entered the room sneakily. Came close to her friend and held her eyes in her palms. This disturbed Yamuna and she moved agitatedly. Soon she could know who the hand was and she shouted, "Veena"! Veena removed her hand the two sat together looking to each other with some passion. Ibna watching it slowly moved next to Veena and sat there. Looking to Ibna, Yamuna showed a gesture of surprise and to that Veena responded by introducing Ibna to Yamuna as her friend in the office. Ibna was not in a position to understand what they were talking but it was not necessary. She took out her camera and shot a few pictures of that room. She showed great interest in the chapel that was put in front of Yamuna and asked about it to both of them. They were talking in low voice but even that disturbed the priest who was in the next room. He came out and saw the three chatting in front of the chapel. He reluctantly complained to Veena and requested that it was not proper to sit there on this occasion. This nosiness of the priest disturbed their meeting and Veena wishing her friend a very happy married life, got up and shot an angry glance with a scoff to the young priest whom, she knew very well and the two moved out of that room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;"Now what"? Ibna asked with great curiosity. Veena suggested, "Let us go to bridegroom's place and wish him". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;"Can you go like that"? Ibna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;"Why not, we are very friendly and you know Ibna this boy is also my cousin". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They moved out of the place and came on the road, a small alley; Veena saw Charu coming from the front and greeted her. Charu asked about the girl in her company and Ibna was introduced to her as office colleague. They moved further and then at once Veena turned towards Charu and told her that she will be coming with her father to meet Ramnath, the moneylender. Charu waved her back signing, "of course". Now the two were moving to a big house and from that it was obvious that it belonged to somebody special. Yes Yamuna's in laws were big people in that village. They held almost the entire farmyard in the village precincts. A few motor bikes were parked outside of the house and the house was, as the previous one, was packed with people. Looking to Veena they all greeted her and even without knowing Ibna were showing welcome signs to her also. There, Veena spots Ramnath standing on the porch and having some conversation with some other elderly person. At that very moment Ramnath also catches a glimpse of her and gives a very specious smile. Veena returns it and moves inside after removing her shoes, Ibna follows. They begin to search for the bridegroom and soon they reach a big room in which a young man was sitting along with some of his friends. He sees Veena with Ibna and gets up to greet her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The young man asks jokingly, "Veena, who's side you are coming for the marriage"?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;"Why this question? I can come on both sides with equal right, is it not"? Veena retorts with equal ease as he questioned. They both smile together and then he enquired about the beautiful girl, Ibna and he is told that Ibna is her office friend and has come to witness the marriage. From her bearing it was more than obvious that she was not an Indian but a foreigner and that interests some of the young boys around. The girls do not hang around there for much time and after wishing him a very happy married life move out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;As they come in the courtyard they notice Ramnath loitering there, as if, he was waiting for somebody. Veena sensed it and deliberately walked across him so that he can easily see her and she was correct in that; Ramnath saw her and called to say some thing. She along with her friend stopped at him and before he could say anything told him that she has come with the final installment of the loan and as soon as the marriage ceremony is finished she will be coming to see him at his shop to clear the deal. This abrupt but timely retort stunned the man but he did not show it on his face, giving a sly smile he nodded affirmatively. The girls move out very fast and now they wanted to be at Yamuna's house for the feast. The day was busy since Veena had many things to complete in a very short time. They reached the house of Yamuna and saw all preparation for the great banquet. Already one line of eaters was finished and hurriedly Yamuna's mother holding Veena's hand told her that she must finish her eating quickly as she was chosen as Yamuna's best girl. Veena looked very pleased at that and started looking around to see if there was any empty seat to go and start her meal but then she realized that she is not alone and looked to Ibna impatiently. Some girls collected around the two and asked if the foreigner girl can sit on ground and eat, if not, they can arrange for a table for the two. Veena asked Ibna what she would prefer, to sit on ground as the others have done or need a table. Ibna wavered and for some moments could not decide and finally spontaneously she told Veena that she would prefer to go as the custom here and so no need for any table, "Come on Veena let us occupy one place together and try the meals here". That was a good reply from Ibna and they search for some place as people were finishing their meals were getting up and the rows of eaters were getting ready for the next round. Somehow, Yamuna from inside of the room spotted the two and told her mother that Veena with her foreigner friend should be treated differently, lest, no bad impression go to out side world from where this girl comes. Bride's wish was granted and the two girls were taken inside and they were now sitting with bride and having the meal chatting with her. The arrangement Veena really appreciated and for that she planted a kiss on her friends cheeks. Thinking that, it is the custom Ibna followed her and kissed Yamuna and on that all the people in that room began to laugh appreciating the act of the foreign girl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Marriage was solemnized and the other ceremonies were completed. Now the married couple is to go to bridegrooms house and that was arranged as the custom goes to have a horse so that the bridegroom along with his bride will mount and the procession to follow. But alas, at the last moment the man who owned the only horse in that village told that the horse is not well and will not be able to oblige. People looked very upset as they talked to each other, "Everything went well and now why this predicament"! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena came to know of the trouble and fast she thought and taking Ibna on one side asked her if she will allow the newly married couple to go by her limousine. Ibna was very thrilled with the idea and hurriedly and very happily accepted the suggestion. Veena told this to Yamuna's father who looked very worried about it, and the plan was quickly accepted. It would be a unique procession, he admitted and Ibna got her big green limousine to the place. Veena, the best girl of bride and Ibna on the steering was sitting in the front seat and the couple occupied the rear sit with two very little toddlers as the custom goes. The procession began and the whole village witnessed it with great fun and frolic. The whole village was appreciating the new idea of going by a car instead of by horse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Veena and Ibna both tired came to her house after the last ceremony of the marriage was over. Ramachandra was sitting on the veranda holding papers of loan waiting for Veena to join him. 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It was early morning and the sleepy village was not yet out of bed. Usually foreign cars were not seen in that village except occasionally there could be one as passing by vehicle and so at first villagers out there in he check post did not take any cognizance of that green big car but as it turned inside in the gulley some curious glances began to watch for; who the car is? Ibna was nimbly driving the car, it was passing through all the twists, and turns in that narrow passage, finally they reached the gate of Veena's home. Car stopped with a big roaring sound of the engine however, it did not awaken any body in that narrow gulley. Veena and Yamuna poured out of the vehicle and stood, straightening their cloths. Ibna came out from her side and they stood there for a moment. Ibna was curiously watching the place; a smile of curiosity was evident on her face. Veena and Yamuna turned to the rear side of the car and attempted to open the dicky of the car. Nifty aroma of some wild flowers was spread in the air making the environment very pleasant. There was no body in the veranda of Veena's home. She opened the gate of the compound and slowly moved in along with Yamuna, carrying her load of baggage. Ibna followed the two ladies but did not remove her bag from the car and they slowly climbed those few steps of the porch. Veena directed Ibna that they can relax on the swing on the veranda. Yamuna hurriedly went inside the house to see her brother and vahini, mother of Veena. Veena looking to her friend asked by signing her eyes, how Ibna liked the place. The reply was in signs and that said; she liked the place. After noticing that Ibna had not brought in her bags, Veena asked and Ibna told her that that can be taken in any time, no need to hurry for that. Veena appreciated her stand and did not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short time they heard a lot of chatting sounds from inside of the house and soon there came Veena's parents and her brother. Welcoming the new guests Veena's mother looked very embarrassed. She was keenly observing Ibna, a typical famine scrutiny of other woman. Finally Ibna was accepted by her as her guest and there was a smile of approval on her face. After all Ibna was her Veena's friend and so there was no inhibition in accepting her in spite of the fact that she was a foreigner and in that a muslim girl. There was a side to that village which housed a few muslim families and they rarely would come to the houses of brahmins in the village even though the terms were very good and relations were also quite cordial. Ibna's being muslim was a very different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on girls, be fresh and be ready for the breakfast". Veena's mother ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aai, we had had our first breakfast on the highway, and we are also bathed and so I would prefer to take my friend to Yamuna's house, if you people have no problem". Veena suggested. On that they scattered but her father was standing there quietly, expecting Veena to say something important. Veena sensed that and approaching him said, "Baba, I have brought the installment money and we shall complete that work today. This reply relieved the man and with a gracious smile on his face he moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to Ibna, Veena told her that it will be good if they moved to Yamuna's house at the earliest since once the marriage rituals begin they will not be able to talk with her. Ibna was only very anxious to see Yamuna, about whom, she was always hearing from Veena, as her best friend and a very close cousin. They moved out, both the girls were already in that festive mood of marriage. The idea of marriage makes women very anxious and these two young girls were no exceptions. Ibna was terribly anxious to see a Hindu marriage; she had brought with her a camera and wanted to take as many photos of this marriage as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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The Sun was at the horizon and air misty and pleasing. Yamuna was more interested in preparing the breakfast and so she removed the bag containing the lunch box. Ibna opened the dicky box on the car and took out a bag, Veena was curiously watching Ibna; she opened that bag and it inflated to take a shape of small tent. One side of the tent was properly fixed to the roof of the car and so secured that it will not blow away in the wind. It was very amazing for Veena. A curious smile sprung on her face. In no time there was a secured place for the three ladies to have their brunch. That was not enough for Veena as Ibna skillfully took out one more box from dicky and took out four plastic packs, she used the compressor of the car to inflate them and in no time each one was converted into small cubical box, these were the sitting chairs and one was to serve as table to keep the brunch. Veena and Yamuna were both flabbergasted to see all those things Ibna was doing with great skill. Yamuna could not control her surprise and told Veena that she could not have thought of all such things and if any body had told her about them she would laugh it away. But now that she is actually seeing these modern things, she feels convinced about it. They hurriedly occupied their seats and Yamuna opened the lunch box. Steaming hot chapattis and very delicious potato bhaji was the menu. All of them jumped on it and in no time the box was empty. They were all eating together from the same box and that was not the way they would do otherwise but situation demanded that they share the same box of bhaji. For Ibna that was a usual thing to eat from the same dish but for these brahmain women it was not planned. Only after they finished it Yamuna realized what had happened and looked to Veena suspiciously; not wanting to show that she had done something most unexpected. Veena did not look any different even though she had also realized the thing. Both women took that in a spirit of understanding and almost immediately forgot it. Yamuna looked to Ibna and asked, if she liked the preparation. Ibna with a sweet smile told by nodding that she really enjoyed it mainly because, apart from it being a very tasty preparation, and was a homemade food. She told Veena that she has not eaten homemade food for many months and if they allow she would like to visit their house in the city to enjoy it. On that none of the ladies said anything but Yamuna after some pause agreed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple breakfast was over and now the three were looking around to see the beautiful scenery. The sweet twitting of birds at that early morning was so pleasing that they decided to be there for some more time. Sun was slowly rising, the heat was increasing, and so they decide to pack up. Ibna now with the help of both Veena and Yamuna did the packing of the tent and the plastic seats. They were kept properly in the respective containers and now they are ready for further journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far is it?" Ibna asked Veena to know the time now required to reach the village. "One more hour of drive". Veena&lt;br /&gt;Yamuna looked very relaxed in that big and very comfortable car. She was wondering if her niece can have one such. As if Veena had understood the thoughts of her Aatyaa, she abruptly said to Yamuna without asking, "If not this big, Aatyaa, I will definitely have one soon, let me first get out of that loan! This loan is coming on my nerves; I do not want Baba to feel embarrassed for not being able to repay it"! Ibna could not understand what the two were conversing about but she was understanding enough to know that their talk has nothing to do with her. All set and the big limousine took speed towards Ghatla village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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They were moving at great speeds as the road was very clear of any rickety traffic at that early hour. Ibna had put on a player in her car and on that it was playing an Arabic ethnic song, never heard of; by both the women and that was added fun in the journey. Yamuna was sitting next to Ibna and curiously watching how the young girl was dexterously controlling the big car. She was all pleasure, never had imagined that the going to Ghatla could have bee such fun. Yamuna nudged Veena softly to show her approval of the arrangement, which was of not her niece’s design though! Albeit, Veena was pretending to have been nonchalant, in fact she was also feeling very good that they were taking Ibna with them or rather Ibna was taking them to Ghatla. Veena was now thinking of car; previously her thoughts were mostly involved in purchasing a good apartment and that in a decent locality, most of the time she was wondering about her new house but now after the experience of this car of Ibna, Veena had begun to veer thoughts for a new car of her own. That may not be as specious and luxurious as this on but some good vehicle and to move in it! Veena had developed a new sensation about cars. She had begun to look at cars around on the road to decide which one will be her choice. This new experience gave Veena a very different outlook. Her way of thinking was gradually changing and she was becoming a different personality. From a simple naïve village girl Veena was metamorphosing herself into a very different woman; this was going to make many more alterations into her persona. At times she was wondering if all these changes are going to make her an alien to her own people at the village. She knew people at the village were having an open mind for a few types of changes but she doubted if they shall accept all the changes those are likely to happen in her aura. Veena was deeply mooted in her all these and more thoughts, occasionally thoughts of repayment of the bothering loan were prodding her but by now things were easing down as the repayment was almost complete. However the painful reminiscence of how that loan had made life of her family at times miserable. Even though the moneylender had never ever reminded them about the loan or never had bothered them for the repayment of the loan, her families own scruples were the main trouble; the idea that they owe some body a big amount of money and that they have to any how repay it in time, bothered her honest and simple father and mother and in turn it bothered every body in the family. The loan was taken for her education and so Veena was at the very center of the issue. All these memories slowly moving in front of her eyes and finally the way she had recovered and began to payback the installments gave her a pleasing relaxation, Veena was smiling to herself with satisfaction that soon the liability will be over. She remembered the way Charu was thinking that some day Veena will become her daughter-in-law. At that thought Veena chuckled. It was a very loud chuckle, attracted attention of the other two women. While driving Ibna looked to her and asked by a gesture, “what is the matter”? Yamuna was in her own thoughts. Unmindful of Ibna’s reaction. Ibna realized that Veena is in her thoughts and continued the driving. After some time Ibna broke the silence and asked Veena if she can drive. Veena did not reply for some time and on nudging by Yamuna become conscious that Ibna was asking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry I was not attentive to you, please say what you asked.” Veena put up.&lt;br /&gt;Ibna repeated the question and Veena shook her head to say “No”.&lt;br /&gt;“I shall learn when I shall have my own car”. Veena gave a very clear reply. Both the girls exchanged a smile and on that Ibna suggested that she should learn even if she does not own one. “Knowing the skill of driving is an added advantage for your type of position”. Ibna added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamuna though not very conversant with the language, could understand what the talk was and added her opinion to that, “Ibna is correct, you should learn driving, any way you are going to have one sooner or later”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were moving at great speed and suddenly Ibna slowed the vehicle. Veena and Yamuna could not understand why and so looked enquiringly to her. Ibna with a gracious and a little mischievous smile told them that she feels hungry and is now looking around by slowing the car if there is any joint where they can have a grub. On that Veena looking to Yamuna asked, if they have any eatable to be served as breakfast, as Veena herself was also feeling hungry since they had moved at the early hours such that they did not get any time to have a brunch. Yamuna told her that the breakfast is ready with her and can be served if required. Veena looks to Ibna and asks “Aatyaa is ready with some grub and will that be alright for you”?&lt;br /&gt;“Wow that is fine arrangement for me. I shall have the home made food for the first time ever since we left my country”. This sign of approval by Ibna made things very comfortable and they decide to have the brunch on way by the side of the road at some suitable place.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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The day to submit the report was approaching fairly quickly. Ibna had learned under Veena quite a few things and was showing good progress in learning the work. Both the girls had become pretty close friends and on one day while they were sharing their meals at the lunch Veena casually told Ibna that she will be spending her weekend at her village, Ghatla. On hearing that impatiently Ibna insists that she would like to see the place. Ibna’s this childish insistence was not any more new to Veena but this time she had many things to settle and over and above that Yamuna was also insisting to come. Veena did not give any assurance to Ibna and told her the matter shall be decided afterwards. Ibna looks very sad on that but there was no alternative but to accept the suggestion of Veena. Time was passing pretty quickly as I said earlier and one day Veena gets a telegram from her father telling amongst other things a tiding of Yashoda’s marriage. While chatting amongst the friends Veena casually refers to that and Ibna over hears it. Now Ibna is very insistent to go to her village and see the marriage ceremony. Veena cheers up her by promising to take her along when she goes to the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day arrives and it is Saturday the weekend. Veena and Yamuna prepare to leave for the village Ghatla, Veena had taken the second installment and all was set. While they were to come out of the room she gets a call on her mobile, it was Ibna, and she was waiting outside of the lane of their chawl. Veena had almost forgotten that she had promised this young Arab girl to accompany her and this call almost frightens her. She holds the line and whispers to her Aatyaa, “this is Ibna, she says she is waiting for us outside of the lane, what to answer”? this makes her Aatyaa laugh so loudly that it makes noise at that early hour. Yamuna declares that there is no chance that you can avoid this adamant girl and that we shall have to take her along, come what may! In a choked voice Veena replies to Ibna that, “please, dear we are going by a bus and that will not be suitable for you, it is almost three hours of travel on a very rough road to my village, will you please excuse and drop the idea of coming along”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Ibna replies with a laughing tone, “No problem of the rough road, Veena I am with my car and we shall be going by that car, and you know my car can run smoothly on any rough road, so just do not waist time giving excuses and any ideas of avoiding me, please, dear come out quickly and let us start the trip”. Veena hangs the mobile and looking very much nervous not because Ibna was coming with them but because, she did not want her to see one more rickety house. They move out with a few bags and now Yamuna more interested in the trip as they were going to village in a limousine. She had heard of such cars but did never have a chance to be in one. She elbows Veena and suggests to accept the offer and, “let us now move out quickly”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the idea of traveling by a luxurious car Yamuna looks beaming with some added shine, a sweet smile on her face she moves down the staircase, they come on the alley and look around to see if Ibna is really there or she was fooling on the phone, but to Veena’s dismay and Yamuna’s joy there they see a big green colored car parked on one end of the pathway and a small figure of Ibna, her pink face in dark black scarf. She was looking to the couple of ladies, smile on her face and she waves them. Yamuna waves back since she was very delighted that the girl is there and the travel by the car was now a sure treat. Veena on the other hand looks peevish but does not show it to Ibna, her face, since by now she had realize that her Aatyaa was all for the going by Ibna’s car and so gives a timid sneer to Ibna and they are walking briskly. They reach the big car; Ibna moves gracefully to Aatyaa and by the custom of the middle east Arabs she rubs her soft cheeks on hers and Yamuna enjoys that. Veena is watching the ceremony nonchalantly, more worried since it was now impossible to say no to Ibna as her aunt had accepted the girl as her friend. Now there was no time to spare, they hastily put their bags on the rear seat of the car and Ibna requests them that they had all better be on the front seat, it was pretty large for the three small sized women. Veena now feels a little comfortable since the travel is going to be all fun, she calculates that the time required shall be much less than what usually a transport but would take. Veena knows the passageway to her village and so she can guide Ibna while moving. All was set and the three ladies were now going to a village, that had never seen such a car ever before!       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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She decided that the loan of her father be returned as quickly as possible and then next thing of all the things will be to meet the agent, Mr. Govardhandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena wanted to call Yamuna from wherever she had gone but her Aatyaa did not have the mobile. There was no way but to wait until the lady arrives. Ibna looked very comfortable and now she requested Veena that she would like to have some plain water. Veena gave it and moved out of the place to meet her neighbor Nirmala to find out where Yamuna had gone. Nirmala could not tell exactly but the guesswork was that she had been to her one friend Vimal. The house of Vimal was not far from that place. Here at Veena’s room Ibna was sitting nonchalantly on the bed, she for a moment got out of her sit and began to wander around to see the place but it was a casual incidence and she definitely had no wile intentions n doing that. That was just for killing time until Veena’s aunt comes. The house was neatly kept but clearly showed the modest standard of living. Ibna was comparing her previous house and she was very amused to know how similar people live all over the world when they are of similar living standard. While Ibna was meandering in that small apartment the door cracked open and the two women hurriedly entered. They saw the young beautiful Arab girl standing in the middle of he front room, gazing unflappably the two women. Then she gave a grinning smile and the two women looking to the stranger in similar way returned the gesture. Veena holding right hand of Yamuna introduced her to Ibna. Ibna touched her breast by her right palm to show respect to Yamuna. Yamuna returned by a gracious smile and that was the completion of the ritual for the introduction. All the ladies looked very comfortable in the company. Language was the problem but Veena did the interpreter. Veena looked to Ibna and the expression on her face clearly showed that now Ibna should say adieu and as if Ibna got the hint or may be she was honestly wanting to move away once she had seen Veena’s Aatyaa. Ibna takes up her bag and says goodbye to them and Veena accompanies her down the rickety stair and up to the beginning of the gulley. Ibna without looking back moves swiftly to her car and the car shoots; Veena looks very much relieved that the uncalled for guest had at last gone. But there was some smile on her face as she remembers that Ibna has come from the similar background and she was fairly adjusting with Veena. Veena was at the same time wondering; was Ibna talking truth that she also belongs to the family having similar economic status, may be she said that to comfort Veena, all these thoughts were rushing in her mind while she was slowly walking back to her house. Yamuna told her that the young girl was very decent in her manners and appreciated her demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further talk was possible since both were very hungry and they arranged for the simple meal as usual. Veena nevertheless was deeply thinking about how early she can pay back the loan and arrange for some loan with the help of Govardhandas. Next week she was going to carry second installment of the loan to Ramnath the moneylender. Now both the women relaxing on bed were chatting to discuss happenings on that day and in that Veena tell her Aatyaa, Yamuna that she will be carrying second installment to Ramnath next week when she will be visiting her village, Ghatla. Yamuna shows her desire to accompany her along so that she will be able to attend Yashod’s marriage and also see her brother and Veena’s mother after a long time. Yashoda whose marriage they were going to attend was also her niece. While chatting was on; and they went into sleep when they did not know. The night had overtaken the tired women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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None of the girls ever bothered about the fact that Veena had partaken the dishes they had offered to her in spite of her being a vegetarian. That was a big relief to Veena. They left the place and parted in pairs to go to their homes. Rashmi and Jyoti were together and there Rashmi notifies to Jyoti about the thing that Veena had eaten the dishes. Jyoti warns her that it was very nice on her part that he did not refuse them. It would have been a bad manners for the party that the host refusing the helpings offered to her on some flimsy ground such as that she is a veg! Jyoti tells Rashmi that, “this shows that Veena is a very decent girl and we should not talk of it to any body lest she finds it difficult to manage matters at her home. Both the girls agree and the topic ends there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibna and Veena were together and Ibna was driving her car. She asked Veena to show way to her home so that Ibna can drive her home. Veena liked the idea and they moved to her house. While in the car Veena realized that the place she was residing was not of the status so that Ibna be shown it. Veena became a bit restless and now she wanted to find some excuse so that she shall not have to take Ibna to her house, which was a small place and where no decent car could reach. The car was moving swiftly and soon they reached the spot where car road ends and after that they have to walk to the house in a narrow bye lane. Veena asks Ibna to halt the car, says bye to her and gets out of the car. On the other side Ibna also gets out of the driver’s seat and stands there; asks Veena as to where to go. The embarrasses Veena since she wanted to avoid Ibna coming to her small drab room in the chawl. Ibna stood innocently there looking with smile on her face full of curiosity for Veena’s residence. Veena was very much depressed at that; did not understand how to avoid this girl. Both stood at two opposite sides of the car at the doors. Veena, clearly trying to avoid looking to Ibna; scrubbing in her hair wondering how to shun the most unavoidable! Ibna softly enquired by sign of her hand, “Where to now”, Veena says nothing; she actually wanted to tell Ibna clearly, and that her house is not decent enough for guests of her stature; but she could not do that out of discomfiture. She looks plainly to Ibna and without saying anything keeps walking towards narrow alley that goes to her chawl. She dares not look back to find if the Arab girl is standing at her car or follows her. But sooner than expected she becomes conscious that the young lady was following her. Exasperated, Veena now looks to her guest, Ibna was all innocent, looking down continues to follow her. They reach the steps of the old shabby place and now Veena looks to Ibna to judge how she reacts to that place, to her surprise Ibna has no expression on her sweet pink face that could be interpreted as that of disdain. Ibna had all the unwariness that one can expect from the girl of her age. Veena whispers to Ibna, “I hope you do not mind coming to my very humble residence, it is not so stylized but good enough for me and my Aatyaa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aatyaa? What is that”? Ibna questions for the first time since they alighted from the car. “That is my father’s sister, we call aatyaa”. Veena explains. While climbing the rickety old wooden stairway Veena is trying to judge what must be in the mind of this girl and why at all I took a lift by this girl, was one question that was pestering her. Veena never thought that the girl will bother to come up to her house; she had thought that Ibna would leave her on the road and go, but things did not happen that way. Everything was getting up set for Veena. They reached her room and there some neighborly women came out to see, who has come and they look to them and give usual smile to Veena. Veena was not in any mood to reciprocate, as she would do, on other days. She sees a big question mark on their faces. The neighbors disappear in their rooms as Veena and Ibna stand on the door of her house. Veena knocks on the door but there was no response. One girl from the next door comes and tells Veena that Yashoda has gone out and had told that she may be late for returning. Veena takes out her bag and takes out the keys, opens the door and they enter. Veena was very much wanting to ask the girl that she be gone, but she could not say anything. She throws her bag on the cot; there was nothing else to sit on and at that moment Veena cursed herself for not having a decent home for the person of her position. She looks to Ibna, very nervous, not knowing what to say for the house she had received her. Veena justified to herself that this predicament was not of her doing but was caused just because she took the lift Ibna had offered. Why I accepted that lift? The question troubled her and while deeply involved in these thoughts she looks to Ibna. Ibna shows no sign of any discomfiture or rejection but on the contrary she was looking to the room with a delicate smile. “please say something”! Veena ejaculates uncomfortably. On that Ibna politely requests if she can sit on that cot. That was a big relief to Veena. “oh, yes be comfortable if you do not mind my simple home, I want to shift to better place but the construction work is yet not completed.” Veena gave an imaginary explanation, uncalled for! “Ibna you did not say anything about my this home, you must be laughing at my house, is it not”? Veena rejects herself before the Arab girl would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some silence Ibna requests if they can have the fan on the ceiling put on. Veena quickly obliges and goes in to change, wondering; what this girl is intending to do now that she has seen the place she should get away. After some time Veena comes out changed to her housedress of a simple gown and now wanted to know if Ibna would take some tea or coffee. She asks but Ibna refuses it by a simple and polite nod of her head. “You are my guest and I feel very awkward that you do not take anything at my place”.&lt;br /&gt;“Never mind, I should be going but am waiting to see your Aatyaa”!&lt;br /&gt;On that both the girls laugh and now Veena feels a bit comfortable that the Arab girl has nothing to say about this dingy house. Ibna takes out her mobile, talks to some body in her language, and then hangs. Veena typical of the woman wanted to know what she spoke to and to who? Was it about her house? So she enquires and the reply comes that Ibna had talked to her brother and had told him that she is at Veena’s place and that her brother is coming to see Veena now at her place!&lt;br /&gt;“Why, why you called him here, I do not want anybody to see my this house, I am going to call all of you when my new home is ready”. Veena quickly and impatiently blurted out, looking very frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please do not worry, my brother is not coming here, he is busy in some work. I just made some fun with you by saying that he is coming here. Veena why you are so skeptic about this place. I tell you in my country we were living in some place just like this a few years ago. Now we are in better place when my brother got the job in this company. So please do not bother for what I may think or otherwise, It is good that you are planning to shift to some more spacious place, nevertheless, let me tell you Veena, I really liked this small place”. On hearing that Veena’s face was red and it appeared from the expressions on her face that if possible she would punch Ibna in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Some new things Veena learned from that experience and she also came to know one good person, Govardhandas. In city like this some powerful contacts are always very handy, she was learning the ways of the world. Next day she on reaching her office first thing deed was to know about Rashmi’s father. Rashmi for anything else produces five hundred rupee note and with many thanks gives it to Veena. Veena had decided to give her friends a small but cute party and she had decided to give that party in that cafeteria where she had eaten masala samosa. Veena knew that her both friends are non-veg and so she had planned to give a party with menu of some simple non-veg preparations. And so after usual hi, hay Veena tells Rashmi about her plans to give the party to her and Jyoti. Rashmi looks very delighted at that tiding and looks around to find Jyoti and there she comes; while the three were talking about the party on that evening after the office there comes Ibna. today Ibna is without her veil, she had dress in delicately fitting trouser and shirt and looked very pretty. Ibna came hurriedly and joined the team. Veena was surprised to see her and enquired about her visit to the office. Ibna tells her that the project on which she was to work with Veena is to commence on today and so she will be coming to the office on regular terms from now on. Jyoti innocently blurts to Ibna about the party Veena was giving to them and after saying that she realizes that it was a slip-up to talk about it to Ibna. Veena invites also Ibna for the party and the young girl feels very pleased at that. She tells them that in her country it was an impossible thing to move without a veil and mix with people like this and tells her heart out that if possible she would prefer to stay in India forever. On that note they part only after reminding each other about the party and the office work absorbs them during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day they meet again and set out to reach that self-service restaurant. It was a new and exciting experience for young Ibna and she was walking along with other girls cheerfully. All girls were busy talking on subjects of no immediate importance but the chatting was essential for the ladies and they reach the place and climb the steps of the restaurant, enter it and Veena graciously, as now she was the host for the party, request them to select their choice of dish. Veena tells them that they can have any dish and it need not be a veg because Veena is a vegetarian. They run to the show counter, where the dishes were kept, and keep watching the various dishes intently. Veena casually asks Rashmi, if she had been to that eatery before and on that she gets a negative reply. Veena feels a little joyous since this was the first time that she was first in finding the place; otherwise it was a usual occurrence that Rashmi always knows the places Veena talks of having visited. Veena was improving her position as the city girl and she was confident that she would soon excel both Rashmi and Jyoti in proving to know the city well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had picked up their choices and were now searching to get the table to sit and eat. There were enough of them and soon every body was enjoying the party. They were busy appreciating the dishes they had picked up and there Jyoti gives a morsel of her dish to Ibna and the idea spreads rapidly to all the girls. They share their selected dishes with each other and that was very embarrassing to Veena, as she was the only vegetarian in them. Veena was wondering what if she eats a small piece of a non-veg dish. Will it be a sacrilege? She saw in her dish there were a few nice smelling pieces of dishes from other girls, while the other girls were very unaware of the predicament through which the host, Veena was passing; she looked around the place to see if any body is looking to her and then finally she picked up one piece of the dish, her hand trembling but resolute Veena puts that piece of dish in her mouth, chews and she feels very different experience for the first time in her life. Veena had eaten a piece of meat sandwich! It was delicious. Then she picked up another piece of other dish and the thing repeats; they all were very yummy. This was an experience Veena had decided not to be revealed to her Aatyaa. Veena never had any life secrets but now on, she is having a top secret that she had tasted a non-veg food.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Govardhandas exclaims. That was no answer to her query. And so she looks all the more hesitant. Govardhandas realizes that he must answer the query.&lt;br /&gt;“You see Veenaji I am an estate agent and we always keep in touch with people at various hotels. The other day you and your two friends were in the hotel Ramdan, there my contact told me about your being with the Arab and the girl. They investigated and came to know that it was a party for the contract the Arab had signed with you and so I put two and two together and concluded that you are in for some good money. After that I found out from my other contacts that you are working for the Corporation. Luckily for me I knew your boss as he had purchased his current flat from me. There I got your phone and he told me that I should show you a really good place, safe and comfortable. And that is how I phoned you. Are you satisfied with this much explanation”? Govardhandas explained with a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking they reached the reception area of a big building. The construction was brand new. A very posh get up, Veena was feeling very nice about the place. Yashoda elbowed Veena and with a question mark on her face enquired in a soft voice, “Are you serious about all this matter”? Veena winked her with a smile; both the ladies were walking a few steps behind the agent and were careful that he does not notice them. For the first time in her life, Veena puts her right arm around Yashoda’s neck and rubbing her cheeks on hers, they keep walking. They were really enjoying the treat. Looking around they saw many other people pouring in that place most probably to choose their flat in those building. The flooring of the corridors was so smooth and glassy. Walking on it was pleasure. They reached the elevator and Govardhandas stopped there, looked back to the two, and politely asked, “Which floor would you like to be”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yashoda was smiling to herself and trying to hide behind her niece she was trying to avoid Govardhandas. She knew for the two it was just a time pass but Veena had different dreams. She looked a little confused and for a while did not say anything but she realized that she has to say something and that to; quickly. Her trained mind needed some inputs, so she enquired to agent, “What are rates at higher floors? Are they same for all floors?  &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Since the building is new the rates are at present kept same for all floors but Veenaji, I would advise you to book for flats at higher-level floors; they will fetch better value if you want to sell them at some later time. I always advise my customers to buy flats at higher floors for this reason”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that advise Veena was numbed. She could not know how to react on that but without her conscience, intuitively she whispered; “let us go on the top floor”. Yashoda liked the idea of going to the top floor not because she was any interested in any flat there but she wanted to see the town from that height. She elbowed Veena approvingly and on that note the trio got into the lift to reach the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were seeing flats on each floor, some were fully furnished and loan facility was readily available. On every floor representative of various banks were loitering around to catch the customer. The whole experience was very amusing and also amazing for both the women. Gradually they came on the first floor, there Govardhandas met with some other people who had approved of some flat, and they were discussing about it. Govardhandas wanted Veena to partake in the discussion as he was expecting to sell one to her in the near future. Veena joined the discussion and there she came to know about many intricacies involved in the process of buying the flat. It was a type of tutorial for her and she was really and thoroughly enjoying it. Yashoda having no interest in the discussion was busy peeping in flats on that floor and there she saw the receptionist girls were welcoming her with sweet smiles. Veena was getting more mature with all this exercise but at the same time the thoughts of pending loan of her father were prodding up continuously. Finally they left the place to go to their purchased flat and Govardhandas returned to Veena; looking to her the elderly gentleman that he was, become conscious of the pending worries on her face. “What is the matter young lady, are you worried about the high cost of the flats, please do not worry, the loan will be immediately sanctioned so that you can buy the flat even while clearing the other liability if any”. Govardhandas was speaking with anticipation of some in net problem; he was correct about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena did not reply but looked very sullen to him. Govardhandas watched her walk silently, as if deeply rooted in her thoughts. After some walk towards the car he reopened the conversation but not about the buying of flat but about eating out in some good place. On that the two women looked to each other, Yashoda did not, in point of facts, like that idea but did not say anything, that was her Veena’s forte to decide. Veena was looking very sad as she was not in a position to do any purchase immediately. She looked to Govardhandas and told, “Soory sir, I think we should stop at this as I do not want to hazard my job and do anything risky at this time but I promise after I clear my first loan I will definitely contact you and we shall do the deal but not now,” and she offers her hand to him for a shake so that they can part. Govardhandas was not so easy a person to get rid off. He smiled and told her, “Never mind that but we can at least have some refreshments to celebrate the occasion”.&lt;br /&gt;“What occasion”? Veena&lt;br /&gt;But he was not going to listen and they joined him and went for a good eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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She tells Yashoda about Rashmi’s catastrophe as her father suffers from the heart attack. This she explains when Yashoda asks about the provisions Veena was supposed to purchase. Explains how she had given five hundred rupees to Rashmi’s brother. Yashoda had nothing to say but admires her audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was Saturday, the weekend holiday; Veena as usual takes out her laundry and other sundry personal work and finishes all that by the noon. After eating her lunch she phones Rashmi and enquired about her father. Rashmi was overwhelmed by the help Veena had given; she told Veena that because the medicine was given in time her father was recovering and he is out of danger. On hearing that Veena felt very comfortable. Rashmi told her that she was so busy with the hospital matter that she did not get time to withdraw extra money however, on Monday she would return the money; again she kept on thanking Veena so many times that now it became a thing of embarrassment to Veena. While she was conversing with Rashmi Yashoda came near her and there Veena tells how her giving money to Rashmi was essential. The day was passing leisurely. Veena suggested Yashoda that they will go out for a movie and after that should enjoy some dinner in a good eatery. Yashoda was a little hesitant, Veena was insisting for her idea, and their conversation was disturbed by a phone call. Veena takes the call. The voice on the other side welcomed Veena, she did not recognize the voice and so she demanded to know who the person could be; on that the man on the other side introduced himself, “Madam, Veenaji, here I am Goverdhandas want to talk, can we talk”?&lt;br /&gt;“Who Goverdhandas, I do not know of any such person”! Veena exclaims excited and also a little frightened.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, mam you do not know me. I am an estate agent and want to show you some places. If you are interested”. Goverdhandas&lt;br /&gt;This was something new for Veena and as she comes to know that there was no risk in accepting the invitation; she replies, “I do not mind seeing the places you want to show but I may not take any, then what”?&lt;br /&gt;“That is no problem; you can see them and take your decision leisurely”. Goverdhandas&lt;br /&gt;“Mam, where shall I come to pick you up”? Goverdhandas&lt;br /&gt;Now Veena very much excited and happy that she will be seeing some places, she let know of the conversation to Yashoda and while the phone is on asks her to join in the meeting. They both smile, at least it would be some entertainment, visiting places and seeing them, it was more or less like window shopping. Veena tells Goverdhandas that she will be at the corner hotel and tells him to wait there. Goverdhandas agrees to be there by 4 O’clock sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some excitement for both the women. They dress up and move out as; there was no time to waste. While moving out Veena again reminds that they will have dinner to celebrate her new appointment and forces her Atyaa to accept it. Both very congenial in their manners walking reach the place. One thing Veena had forgotten to ask the agent about how to know him and that perplexes her, she is looking here and there, not knowing what to do, Yashoda is also confused for the way this appointment was arranged by her niece. Nevertheless, they were feeling a quaint pleasure, very excited and sporting. As they were standing at the corner looking around to see if any clue they get to know the agent, an elderly man slowly approaches them and stands looking to them and politely appeal, “Are you looking for the estate agent”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena turns to him and bewildered as she was, keeps looking to him while Yashoda taken aback a few steps playing safe with the man watches him skeptically. Soon they realize that the man they were seeking was there and both women relax, their nerves relieved as always happens with women, they give him a coy smile and Yashoda prefers to keep silent and allow Veena to do the talking. They greet each other and immediately Goverdhandas shows his car and request them to be in the car. He opens the rear door and the two women get in the car. It was some car, well maintained and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smoothly move out and the car swiftly takes them to a posh locality, some brand new constructions were ready and the agent stops the car, opens the rear door and requests them to see the flats. All along the journey Veena was wondering about how this stranger came to know that she has an idea that she should be in a new house, ever since her promotion Veena was terribly anxious to find out that and so as soon as she comes out of the car she suddenly calls the agent and asks, “he, mister, I do not understand how you came to know of me and the idea that I may be interested in a new flat”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goverdhandas gives a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Veena had no time for any sundry considerations and so she forgets to invite her friends for the party of which she had planned. As the day is almost over and the girls had gathered in a corridor of the office for a cup of tea, she suddenly remembers of her plan of giving a party. She looks around to find her friends but they were not in the place. She enquires about that and finds that Rashmi had not come to the office that day. She looks out for Jyoti but on enquiry she comes to know that Jyoti has left office a little early. Veena now calls Rashmi on mobile and there she comes to know that Rashmi’s father had a stroke and she is in a hospital. Veena asks the whereabouts of the place, it is Dr. Purohit’s Hospital on bailnaka road. Veena had never heard of those names but then she phones to Jyoti to find out where she is and if she knows about the tragic incidence with Rashmi’s father. On phone Jyoti tells her that she is waiting in a queue for getting ticket for the show of some famous movie. After hearing about the news she tells Veena that she cancels her plan to see the movie and asks her to wait for her on a corner of the street so that they together will be going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena rushes out of the office premises and comes on the corner where she sees Jyoti briskly walking towards her. They get a rickshaw ask the driver for Dr. Purohit’s hospital and they reach in about twenty minutes to a narrow road with heavy traffic. The rickshaw driver tells them that it will be not advisable for the rickshaw to enter that jam-packed alley and the two girls get off the rickshaw and keep walking asking everybody about the place. Veena and Jyoti were new to that place and so they hurriedly moved further on that crowded passage way until they reach a place where the traffic and the crowd was thinning. Finally they see a big board showing the place called Dr. Purohit’s hospital. They enter swiftly and find a short fat man sitting on a counter, something similar to a receptionist’s table. There was nobody around and the man was busy talking to some body on his mobile. Veena approaches him and stands there but the man does not bother to look to her, he is busy chatting on his mobile. At last Jyoti shouts at him to get his attention. The fat man looks to them and apologizes for the negligence says he was talking to some other doctor. The girls conniving at his excuses ask him about Rashmi’s father. They could not tell the surname as they never had asked Rashmi for her surname! The man could not help them but then they tell him that the patient is admitted today and had had a stroke. On that the man smiles and tells them that all patients in that hospital are heart patients and they all come only when they get a stroke! On hearing that the girls decide to ask about Rashmi. Rashmi was a fairly beautiful girl such as that normally any body cannot miss looking to her twice. And that trick works on that fat man. He gives a sweet smile and tells that he had seen some girl of that description and guides them to the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls enjoy the way they had to reach up to Rashmi. Smiling to each other they climb the staircase so quickly that they began to gasp heavily. On second floor they see a narrow passage and on both sides were chairs and benches for visitors to sit. Quite a few people were moving in and around ambling slowly, each one showing pain on their face. Veena and Jyoti look on both sides of the passage and finally they see on one corner Rashmi sitting next to one room. They go near her and stand waiting for her to see them. Rashmi appears to be in great pain. Both the girls ask her mutely about the condition and on that Rashmi begins to sob. She points towards the door of one room and says by signs that hr father is in that room but nobody is allowed in there. Veena sees a board hung on side of the door as they do in hospitals, “ICU”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to calm her down and that was the very first time in the life of Veena that she saw sorrow. Veena never had to experience such things in her that young life. She was feeling terribly frightened at the idea that some body was near death and that fixed her. She could not know how to react but she watched Jyoti who was more mature soothing Rashmi for the occasion. While they were sitting and Rashmi had recovered from her lapse; they saw a young man walking fast towards them. He was Rashmi’s brother, he came near her and in choking voice told Rashmi, unmindful of the presence of the other two girls, “We are short of funds the medicine is very costly. What to do”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stunned Rashmi and she again began to sob heavily. “What is the matter”? Veena asked her brother and at that time the brother noticed the two girls. He could not know what to reply and looking to Veena said nothing, he shook his head showing his helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;“How much is short”? Veena asked spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;“Two hundred”. Brother murmurs. &lt;br /&gt;Veena opens her purse, takes out a five hundred rupee note, holds it to him, and almost orders, “Do not waste time go get it”.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively the brother takes the note and vanishes in the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;Veena is surprised at what she did and feels great that she is helping her friend. All that was happening was as if guided by some unknown force of the providence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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As usual Yashoda was worried for her. Veena enters the room and looks to Yashoda with a smile of satisfaction. Yashoda asked her for the delay; told her that in this city girls should be more careful. On hearing that Veena laughed softly. Veena was very eager to tell what had happened in the office and all those things happening at the hotel and more. Today she had sumptuous chatting to be made with her atyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Veena, refresh and come for the super”. Yashoda orders. Veena takes a quick bath and comes hastily for the meal. They sit on the floor together and as usual Yashoda takes the plates and serve the meal hot. While eating Veena had a tendency to narrate all the things those happened during the day to her Atyaa. In that way Yashoda would come to know about practically everything about her niece. This time Veena tells her about the meeting and the agreement and also about the work responsibility Veena has accepted. Lastly she also tells about the incidence in the hotel and on hearing that Yashoda looks a bit pensive. Holding her hand she cautions her niece about these foreigners but Veena laughs it away. Waving her hand she tells Yashoda that his sister Ibna was also present. On hearing that Yashoda shows some relief. After some time Veena’s curiosity for non-vegetarian food makes her ask Yashoda about that food. Yashoda gets panicky and with rounded eyes tells Veena that she should never think of such foods, she tells her, “We are Brahmins and we are not supposed to touch anything like that. Do you understand”? After that Yashoda holds Veena’s hand and asks her to promise her that she will never eat or even try to eat that food. Even though the matter was of grave importance for her Atyaa, modern Veena who was all, eager to learn every things of this modern world was not so serious. She gave a sick smile and attempted to release her hand from Yashoda’s grip. Veena tells her Atyaa, “My friend Rashmi eats that food then what is wrong if I try it”.&lt;br /&gt;On that question Yashoda looses all her control and becomes terribly restless. On seeing that Veena says sorry to her and now she wants to change the topic however, Yashoda looks very panicky and in the end Veena commits to her dear Atyaa that she being a Brahmin girl will not touch that food; nevertheless, she insists that Yashoda explain to her how is it that Rashmi even though a brahmin girl is accepting that food. What is so wrong in that food that we should not even talk of it? What is so dangerous about it? Her questions continue but Yashoda is temporarily not in a position to reply to her but tells her that she shall explain about that eventually. Veena realizes that the subject is of prime importance to her Atyaa and requests her that she will not say anything about it to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super is finished and they together clean the pots and the floor where they ate as they always do. Veena goes to her bed, which is on the side of Yashoda’s bed and keeps on thinking of the new undertaking she was assigned. The sleep overcomes her and her day is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gets up the other day Yashoda had already prepared the breakfast. They ate it without much chatting; it appears to Veena that yesterday’s talk of the non-vegetarian food had been too much for her Atyaa. She prepares to go for the work and as she is about to go out, she swiftly returns to Atyaa and whispers in her ears, “I will not touch that food and do not be panicky about it”. And after saying that she kisses Yashoda. Moves out and vanishes down the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Veena was in time or rather somewhat earlier and so she decides doing some window-shopping around the market near her office. She enters one refectory and keeps looking to variety of food kept in the show windows on the counters. People were ordering for food and would collect it and then go to the tables kept around and eat, that was the custom. She likes the custom and now she wants to try the food. There is one sells girl standing on the counter, Veena approaches her and asks her if they have any pure vegetarian dish. The girl show some on the window and Veena picks up one dish she had never heard of! That was ‘masala samosa’, the sells girl takes it out and puts it in a microwave oven to warm it and after adding some chutney as helping, serves it. It smells swell. Masala samosa was very piquant and she likes it. It was not very expensive so she decides that she will give a party to her friends Rashmi and Jyoti that evening in that cafeteria. While leaving the place she enquires to the sells girl if they also serve any non-veg food, on that she gets the reply, yes. The sells girl adds, non-veg, is the main dish in that eatery! Veena moves out with some plan in her mind for her friend Rashmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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He whispers this to her as he knew that she is a new person to all these procedures. However, Veena did not find anything objectionable in the agreement and showed her willingness and on that Mr. Kamaal gave a very sincere smile to her, appreciating her audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting is over but Veena remains sitting in her seat contemplating on the proceedings of the meet. When other members of the meeting left that conference room she does not; as she comes to her senses, she sees that the peon was watching her and standing at the door of that room was silently beckoning her to leave that room. Suddenly she realizes it and giving a coy smile to him moves out of that room briskly. Veena comes to her desk, which was almost lunchtime, other girls begin to collect around her desk with smiles of surprise and winking at her mutely question about what was the out come of the meeting. Her friends Rashmi and Jyoti boldly approach her and ask her to join for the lunch. At that time Veena realizes that she has forgotten to collect her lunch box from her home when leaving it in hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I forgot my lunch box while leaving for the city”. Veena exclaims softly.&lt;br /&gt;“So what? You can share my lunch”. Rashmi&lt;br /&gt;“We can share lunch together”. Veena&lt;br /&gt;“I have some other idea”. Says Veena with added enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;“Let us go for lunch to some good hotel please, do not say no”! Veena insists and on that both her friends agree.&lt;br /&gt;The three girls are moving out for their lunch and at that time she sees Mr. Kamaal approaching her with one young girl almost of her age. He introduces his sister miss Ibna and tells Veena that Ibna is interested in working for the project and would like that Veena allow her to do the work under her. That was a very pleasant shock that Veena has to now accept this untrained girl as her assistant. Without much delay Veena accepts the offer and on that note Kamaal offers the girls to join him along with Ibna for the lunch. That was a much more pleasant surprise to the girls, they accept his offer and now we see they all get into Kamaal’s limousine. &lt;br /&gt;In the car Ibna wanted to sit along with the girls on the rear seat and so she joins the girls, they all exchanging smiles, Kamaal drives the limousine smoothly to a very palacious hotel. while on the way Ibna wanted to know about Veena’s other friends and on that Veena introduces Rashmi and Jyoti to Ibna. They all become very friendly as they were all of the same age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Veena that was a new experience but she had decided to continue with whatever new experiences she gets and win over them and succeed. She was wondering the way things were turning out and she was also at the same time thinking about the loan installment to be paid, her mind was crammed with so many thoughts that she, as walking along with the rest of the group when reached the big hall, stopped her thinking and began to watch the place, with exquisitely decorated tables and chairs of which she could not even think. They stopped at a corner table as it was booked by Kamaal for the occasion. Politely Kamaal requested the guests to occupy the table and only after they did it he be seated down in a chair next to Ibna. The lunch was very different from what Veena had ever eaten. The menu card she could not read and that was the condition of other her friends, so Veena, and her friends suggest that Kamaal can do the order. Kamala calls the waiter and starts pronouncing the names of those weird recipes. The waiter was an Indian and could make out that the three Indian girls are most probably vegetarian, so he intervenes and asks aloud so that the girls can hear, “Ladies this Arab is ordering for non-vegetarian food, are you going to eat that”? on hearing that Veena jumped up in her seat, looking bewildered she stared at Kamaal and was not knowing what to say and how to react. The other girls Rashmi told the waiter with assuming smile that she eats non-veg provided it is not beef. Jyoti told that she would eat what Veena will prefer. This talk in the local language confused Kamaal; particularly when Veena got up and stared at him that was very annoying to him. “What is the matter”? He enquired to the girls. On that the waiter explained to him that, these his guests, are vegetarians and they will not eat the food he had ordered. On hearing that Kamaal felt very much embarrassed, looking to Veena he said, “I am very sorry, I did not know of your food habits”. Then he asked the waiter to ask the girls what they will eat and bring it”. Ibna was watching all this with a surprise on her face and was very much amused on what had happened. Things settled and Veena ordered for her usual food. They enjoyed the food together, while eating Kamaal was over and over again requested for forgiveness to Veena. This his humbleness and decency of expression embarrassed Veena. She felt very shy. The other girls were enjoying on that.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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She reaches her desk and sits to take a few long breathes. The telephone on her desk rings a sharp tone and that wakes her up from her short respite. She gets up and lifts the phone. Her boss is calling and tells her that she has to be ready for a very important meeting with some overseas party. She gets up from her chair and slowly saunters to the cabin of her boss. As she nears the door of the cabin of her boss, inadvertently her palm moves on her hair and she looks to her dress to check that she is in proper getup. The peon at the door politely opens the door of the cabin and she leisurely enters the cabin. She sees one Arab sitting on the sofa on one side of the cabin. On seeing her enter, that Arab gets up and greets her and also the boss gives a smile to greet her in the cabin. She occupies a chair in front of the desk of the boss. The boss introduces that Arab as a businessman from Dubai and explains to her the purpose of his visit to their corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss tells her, “Miss Mahaale, here Mr. Abdul Kamaal has come to our corporation for negotiations and his company wants to collaborate with us for technical assistance and with that his company proposes to take up software jobs from that country. You will be working with his company and manage the affairs. As what Mr. Kamaal says practically all software jobs from that region will be available for development. That amounts to a very big business opportunity and I want you to manage the responsibility”. Her boss concludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena listens to him carefully; fully knowing the enormous responsibility it was, she considers for some time and replies, “Sir I shall take up the responsibility but I have some questions to ask Mr. Kamaal, can I do”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that with a courteous smile Mr. Kamaal, a man in his forties, shifts a little in his seat to be able to attend on her questions; says, “Madam, Mahaale, whatever your doubts be open and ask intrepidly. I will explain everything without any reservations”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My first question is, I am a girl and as per my information Arabs do not take women working nonchalantly. In case I get resistance from them how am I to do my work”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are probably correct”. Kamaal whispers and then in a more clear voice he promises, “You will be not having any problem Miss Veena Mahaale, as their company will appoint lady assistants to help her and also the staff of your corporation will always be there to be around you and please, do not worry about these things”! Kamaal hesitantly rejoins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena’s boss intervenes and tells her that she will not be going to Dubai but shall manage the work from her local office but occasionally only she may have to visit the clients in the Arabian countries, where adequate care will be taken to see that she and her assistants are not unconvinced due to this bias of Arabs about women working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that kamala explains to them that even though Veena’s doubts are not out of point, nowadays a lot many women do work in offices and the younger Arabs are mostly not much bothered about all these outdated biases and the resistance can be kept out of her work, he assured her that she should not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that favorable note the meeting was expected to be over but at that moment Kamaal broached the topic of payments. On that Veena thought that she should keep out of that subject but her boss asks her to wait and that matter is also openly discussed in front of her. Veena is told that she will be getting double her salary and in addition to that Mr. Kamaal offers to pay a separate package of incentive to the staff who will be appointed to do the work of his company! On that annotation her boss gives a hearty laugh to which Kamaal joins and Veena gives only a very reserved glee. Veena wanted to play caution as the agreement was yet to be signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, both Kamaal and boss rise from their seats and ask Veena to accompany to another room called conference room. There they meet other people from the legal department of Veena’s corporation and there she sees that an elaborate agreement was already ready to be signed. There the chief of the legal department greets them and as they occupy their chairs he shows them the copy of the agreement and in a very solemn atmosphere the final reading of the agreement is about to commences. The legal officer tells them that each one of them is expected to listen carefully and if they have any disagreement be prompt and express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clerk takes the copy of the agreement and commences to read it aloud. There was no other sound; this was a new and an exiting experience for Veena, she was now listening to the terms and conditions of the agreement, the reading was going on earnestly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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On that she returns with a laugh, Charu kaki (aunty) told a lie and keeps on laughing. On that Ramchandra looks amazed and also somewhat perplexed but does not show it on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They return home where Veena’s mother was waiting to hear the outcome of the meet. Ramchandra tells her that Ramnath was very pleased at that and shows relief about the loan matter. He exclaims, “Things are in control Veena’s Aai”! After Veena goes to see her friends Yashoda, Ramchandra tells Veena’s mother about the strange but pleasant behavior of Ramnath and his wife Charu. On hearing that, mother putting her palm on her mouth, with a corner of her sari in it begins to smirk. Pushing her husband a little she whispers something in his ears and on that both of them join in smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispers, “Charu wants our Veena for her son and we all village women know about it. Anyway one day our Veena is going to get married; Vishwas is a good boy and I have no objection for the proposal if it comes at the right time, of course, this is not the right time, our Veena has to do something on her own and after that when she is satisfied we shall be ready to accept it”! Ramchandra only smiles on hearing that and moves to their sitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena returns home from her friends and tells mother about the marriage engagement of her friend Yashoda. Mother knows about it, they talk about it for some time, and at that instance mother gives a hint that soon she will also get married! On that Veena tells that she has many things to do before even thinking of marriage. And finally to stop her mother from keeping on the subject, she tells her to serve food as she is very hungry and the food is served. Her brother Shree Nath has come from the farm; he is told that the first installment of the loan has been paid by Veena out of her savings and that makes him very proud of her. They sit together for the super; and as Veena has joined the super after a long time the super was more interesting. They were chatting on many subjects from the city life to office work and she was telling them about her exciting experiences of the city life how the time passed they did not know, the super was finished, Veena collected her wares packed them in her bag and made it ready for the go! She told mother that she has to catch the very first bus to city since she will have to attend office directly. She told mother that tomorrow she has to attend a very important meeting with a customer and more she kept on talking to her mother and was listening to that blabber of Veena, even though she could not understand any of the things, purely out of appreciation that her daughter is now somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was over, Veena went to sleep with the rest of the family only to get up early and she saw that her mother was already up and was preparing some breakfast for her. It was already late for her and so she hastily prepares for her and gulps the brunch as hastily and says goodbye to mother, mother lovingly blesses her, in the mean time father comes out of his room and blesses her, Veena has no time for any other formality and she rushes out of the house, tramps out in the gully and disappears in the darkness of the early morning. Her mother and father are standing on the verandah with a smile of satisfaction on their faces. Slowly they also move inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena almost runs to reach the bus stop. House of Ramnath the moneylender come shopkeeper is almost in the front of that bus stop. Veena sees a lone figure of Charu kaki standing there with a clothe bag in her hand. Charu calls Veena and in those quiet hours her call was very clearly audible. As Veena overhears it; she is drawn to her and simultaneously Charu also comes walking to her and hands over the bag in her hand. “What is it”? Veena inquires spontaneously. “These are ladoos; I have prepared for you specially, keep and eat them”. The way Charukaki spoke Veena could feel her emotions and quietly accepted them with smile which, Charu could not see due to darkness. They were about to talk some but the horn of the bus blows and Veena almost jumps towards the bus. She gets inside the bus, the bus driver, the conductor knew her as the daughter of their teacher, and so they greet her, the good morning, bus slowly moves out of the stand with only a few usual passengers and Veena looks back to where Charu was standing, she sees the figure of Charu standing there and waving to Veena. Veena waves back and now the bus have taken a turn and takes up some speed. Ghatla village is left behind and Veena is now busy thinking about the scheduled meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Veena was a few steps following Ramchandra. Ramnath decides not to say anything to them if at all they come to him, as if he knows nothing! After a few moments the duo reaches the shop and in a hoarse voice as if he was chocked, Ramchandra calls Ramnath. They greet casually and Ramnath looking to Veena ask,&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, young lady, how is it that you are here”?&lt;br /&gt;“We have weak end furlough”! Veena politely replies.&lt;br /&gt;“How is the job”? Ramnath&lt;br /&gt;“I am enjoying the work, it is quite challenging but I can manage, moreover the future prospects are really very excellent”! Veena replies in one breathe. Veena says it while glancing at her father to judge his reactions.&lt;br /&gt;“I am happy to hear this but do not forget us simple village people”. Ramnath says it in a mischievous voice looking to Ramchandra.&lt;br /&gt;Then looking to Ramchandra, Ramnath nonchalantly enquires, “So dear Ram, what is the news”?&lt;br /&gt;On hearing this Ramchandra signs to Veena and mutely tells her to give the packet of the notes to Ramnath.&lt;br /&gt;Veena takes out the packet and puts it on the desk in front of Ramnath quietly. Ramnath even though knows what it contains surreptitiously pretends to be unaware of it and coolly asks, “What is it”?&lt;br /&gt;Ramchandra nervously clears his throat and speaks out in a throaty voice that he wants to make first installment for the payment of the loan. On that Ramnath looking to Veena requests how much is it?&lt;br /&gt;“Fifteen thousand, Kaka”! Veena&lt;br /&gt;“I wish to return this much on monthly and by that soon we will be free of the loan liability”. Veena utters casually&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her Ramnath feels very happy and now looking to Ramchandra he shrugs his shoulders and tells him that he is a very lucky guy. “Veena is more like a son than a daughter”! Ramnath says and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;“I am very proud of you my dear girl, I knew for certain that you will not fail your father, I am really very proud of you”. Ramnath repeats his comments repeatedly. In the mean time Charu enters the shop from behind and quietly sits next to Veena, patting on her shoulders she blesses the girl with a gracious smile. Veena returns the smile holds her palm warmly. They exchange sweetness through such manners. Ramchandra and continue their usual village gossip while the two ladies get up and leave to the inner room where Ramnath is staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned by the merchant and his wife Ramnath broaches the topic of Vishwas and he tries to measure how much Ramchandra will respond to their suggestion, even without making the suggestion, of the proposal for Veena. Ramnath does not make the hinting properly true to the nature of all men and Ramchandra pretends that he has not got the hint so well that the subject remains without further discussion. After some time Veena comes out with some freshly prepared refreshments and a tray with piping hot tea. Charu follows the girl, announces to the men that the tea and the refreshments of potato bhajjis are prepared by Veena, and asks her husband to remark as to how he liked them. Ramchandra looks amazed at that but does not show any sign of that. Actually he never expected that his daughter will do it at Ramnath’s house, even though he was not against the suggestion since the boy, Vishwas, was a very good a proposal however, he considered; it is a little too early to talk on these matters. Without giving any visible reaction he accepts the dish advanced by his daughter and stays mute wondering about what the merchant says about the culinary skills of Veena. As was expected by Charu Ramnath after eating only one bhajji extol the skills of Veena at cooking. Everything looks as if she is most welcome in that household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramchandra though was feeling pleased at that; was not wanting any further talk about that and so after eating the dish and gulping the tea hints to Veena and bids adieu to the merchant. As they were about to leave the shop Charu approaches Veena lovingly and putting palm of her right hand on her head blesses her once again; Ramnath looks very please at all those things happened there, and calls Veena to come when tomorrow Vishwas will be coming. On that Veena explains to them that she shall be leaving early tomorrow as she has to attend the office next day. On that no body remarks but Charu looks a little discouraged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Ramnath was giving his expert opinion and the two women were all appreciation for the merchant’s smart comments. A smell of some thing burning emitted out of the kitchen of Charu and she suddenly remembers that curry was on the stove! This makes her move abruptly to her kitchen and that puts an end to that interesting meet. They disperse; Ramnath keeps pondering about the possibility that he shall get some money on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramnath was a smalltime merchant providing various needs of the village people and he was the only shop where villagers could make their purchases. He was a very kindhearted person, was a source of funds for the villagers as and when they needed and most important part was that Ramnath was not very particular about the interest on his funding to the villagers all the same, villagers were also good enough so that he never had to bother about the returns on his credits to the villagers. Some three years back Ramchandra, village schoolteacher and father of Veena had approached him for some help so that he may be able to send Veena for higher education in the nearby college. Ramchandra did not have sufficient funds to pay for the fees and such other expenses. He talked about it and requested Ramnath to help if possible! Ramnath having high regards for the teacher did not waste much time and promised Ramchandra that he will arrange for the funds; if Ramchandra can wait for some time. After a week Ramnath called Ramchandra and gave him forty thousand cash! This is how Veena’s education was arranged for. Neither Ramnath nor Ramchandra ever again talked about the repayments of the funds and the interest. Veena was doing her education and passed her exam in first rank. That was told to Ramnath by some other villager, Ramchandra had vouched to himself that unless he carries the return of the loan he would not meet the merchant. As the time was passing after Veena having passed the final exam and was regularly applying to many interviews but without any outcome, tension was slowly mounting in Ramchandra’s household. Every body would be very tense whenever the topic came up for discussion. Veena was also feeling guilty for no sensible reason. Ramnath knew everything of Ramchandra’s financial ability and so in fact he had told his wife, Charu that they should forget and forgive the loan matter and should not show curse on Ramchandra, taking it in the way that they financed their own daughter, as Veena was a very nice and loving girl liked by all in the village. The kindness the couple was showering on Veena when she was a small girl. Ramnath had no daughter but only one son, Vishwas. Vishwas was a good boy and presently doing his medicine in a veterinary college nearby. Vishwas only six years older to Veena but they were good pals. Playing together when they were children. That village Ghatla was made of good people all knowing each other since their many generations. It was not a village but a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit, Ramchandra was not prepared to accept the silent suggestion of Ramnath that the loan be waived. He wanted some more time and was also prepared to pay proper interest on the amount. All was going on without both sides referring to this matter, to each other. And one day Veena gets one more call; she attends it and gets the interview, finally she is approved by the interviewers and now Veena gets her very first job. That news spreads to all the village and for some two days that was the hot topic for the villagers who are always starved of some hot topic to gossip. However, both the gentlemen say nothing to each other on meeting in the village panchayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramnath keeps in retrospect, silently sitting on the swing on his verandah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Ghatla had a ST bus stop on the outskirts of the village and so she after alighting from the bus walks the distance which is not very long. There was no telephone facility, so she could not pre-inform the family, knowing that there will be nobody except Aai in the house, she enters the compound of her small house, a well kept but poorly decorated verandah she enters and puts her bag on a side and settles on the swing installed there. Veena relaxes quietly with her eyes closed, reclining on the cushion put on one corner of the swing she tries to take a short nap. Veena did not know for how long she was sleeping there but after some time she wakes up and looks around. She sees her dog, dumpy; he had come near her knowing her and had already commenced sniffing her feet. Actually that touch had broken her sleep. She gets up looks around, how is it that there is nobody around for so long? She marvels. Calls her Aai aloud and that does the work, her mother pretty busy in the kitchen runs out hearing the call. They see each other and Veena hugs mother tight. Mother pats on her back kindly and that reunion stays for some time. Slowly they separate, mother looks to her daughter with a demure smile, her eyes filled with tears of joy. Veena holds her bag and opens it; mother is looking on, not knowing what her dear daughter is up to. Veena takes out a thick packet and puts it in mother’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it, dear”! mother asks in choked voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Just open it; you will see it for yourself”! Veena&lt;br /&gt;Mother opens it with quivering hands; finds a pack of brand new hundred rupees notes. Mother, looking to that, a mixed feeling of surprise and excitement looks to Veena with a question mark on her face.&lt;br /&gt;“Aai, this is my first salary”. Veena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explanation relieves her mother of first shock and now she looks very happy; cuddling Veena with profound pleasure her mother looks choked with feelings of gratitude to god; looks up as if wanted to thank him for his favours. All things Veena was watching with contentment, tears of joy flowing; her eyes she wipes clean and they both stroll slowly inside of the verandah.&lt;br /&gt;“What you plan to do with this money? Are you giving it to your father”? mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aai, I want to repay the first installment of the loan merchant has given to us for my education; don’t you know. And now you tell me where is Baba”? Veena says all this in one breathe. They were still standing on the door and so were quite visible from the small alley on which they were staying. There one familiar figure of Gangubai appears and on seeing Veena the woman enters the compound uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all greet each other and Veena touches feet of elderly woman with reverence, that being the custom of the village to greet the elders. Veena’s mother proudly tells Gangubai that Veena has come with her very first salary to repay the loan of merchant for which they were really very much worried. And shows the pack of notes to her. On seeing that, Gangubai putting her palm on her mouth simply shouts with great astonishment and satisfaction. Her eyes twinkling repeatedly she keeps looking to the girl with astonishment and pleasure. From her manners it was clearly seen that Gangubai was very happy about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You, Veena, are really very great girl; any body in the village will be proud of you now. You are going to make Ramachandra feel really very proud”. Gangubai utters spontaneously. Then suddenly she turns to Veena’s mother and elucidates that she has some very urgent work and so she must move. Before leaving the place she invites Veena to her house. Gangubai was staying in a house adjacent to that of the merchant, Ramnath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangubai moves swiftly and almost running comes to her house and calls Charu, wife of the merchant. There is a small wall between the two houses and from her place Gangubai could easily see Charu cooking in her kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Gangubai’s voice when she calls Charu was such that Charu comes to know that something very urgent Gangubai wants to share with her. Cleaning her hands wiping on her sari sides Charu a woman of forty, a little buxom, fair in complexion trots near the adjoining short wall and signs to Gangubai, enquiring about what is the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangubai with a broad smile on her face tells her that Veena of Ramchandra has come with a lot of money to pay to the merchant to ward off the loan. That was a good news to Charu, she smiles and the two women continue their conversation about the girl with smiles on their faces. Both agree that Veena is a very good girl and as they talk about it; Ramnath the merchant peep out of the back door to see what the two ladies are all the talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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She was standing on the doorstep to wait on her. Veena came plonking like a small girl and as she came to the doorstep jumped to embrace her aunty airily. Why are you so late today? Today was your payday and you are so late; I was worried! Yamuna uttered all in one breathe.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Aatyaa, today I got my life's very first pay packet! I went with my friends Rashmi and Jyoti to a restaurant for refreshment, actually we were celebrating our salary day; you got it"!&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, that was good to hear but till you come I was really worried, you do not know but in this city there are thieves and pickpockets and all sorts of bad people and they are very active on such pay days. One more thing, who, paid for the restaurant bill"? Aatyaa&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that was party by my friend Rashmi and so of course, she paid the bill"! Veena&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, remember one thing; you have to return these things by giving a party some time later on; that is the custom of this city. OK"! Yamuna&lt;br /&gt;"That is no problem, we are always together! Aunty, may I tell you something? I want to be big, very big, you know something so big that I will have a lot of money and make my Babaa and Aai very proud of me".&lt;br /&gt;Consoling her for her ambition Yamuna asked her what she plans to do about her salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you put it in a bank account"? Yamuna&lt;br /&gt;"I did not think of that as yet, but for that, I will have to first open an account in a bank, do you have an account in a bank"? Veena&lt;br /&gt;"of course, I have! But today it is too late; we will open an account in my bank which is on the corner of the main street". Yamuna&lt;br /&gt;While chatting they slowly moved, Yamuna putting her arm around Veena at her waist and Veena putting her arm around Yamuna's shoulder walked closely pressing her cheeks on Yamuna’s; in the first room. Chatting continued with occasional jollity.&lt;br /&gt;"In that case, I shall be late to reach my office, will you please do something; tomorrow you get the required application form; I will fill it and for that I shall leave the office a little early so that I shall reach home early and we will go together and do the needful to open the account". Veena&lt;br /&gt;"Better still, we will reach the bank early; it opens at 8:00 am. You finish your account opening and shoot to your work from there, may be you take an auto so that you will reach in time to your office! I know every body in that bank; one of the clerks is my friend so that opening an account need not take much time"! Yamuna&lt;br /&gt;"Aatyaa, I have never traveled by an auto, I feel afraid of all those things". Veena showed her reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing so difficult and do not be so stupid, you are an important officer in the company, you should feel ashamed to say that". Aatyaa remonstrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be bold, just call one and telling him the place name, he will accept it by a quick nod then quietly enter into the back seat and sit relaxed. Do not show to him that you are new in the city; that will not be good and as the place comes looking to the meter pay the fair. That is all, why you feel embarrassed. Are you not a smart girl”? Aatyaa&lt;br /&gt;On that Veena chuckled and with a sly smile kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;They settled in the room talking about the office and her new friends, a typical ladies gossip was going on for some time; then Yamuna told her to refresh her and be ready for the super. Yamuna went in side to prepare super and Veena relaxed on the cot imagining about her future, the first pay had made her feel very confident of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day they, as planned by Yamuna, went to the bank and completed the simple procedure, opened the SB account; Veena very proudly was holding her new passbook and in that first deposit of only one hundred and then she deposited her pay order, smiling to herself she bid a goodbye to her Aatyaa and in the presence of Yamuna called for an auto. Yamuna was amusingly watching the first attempt of her niece to get in an auto; Veena with the auto went away and Yamuna looking complacent walked slowly back to her house. The complete panorama of Veena's as yet life she recalled, a very small Veena walking or rather trotting in the back yard of their village house and all the little pranks the child Veena did, she was a simple average girl but very studious and hard working, Yamuna felt very confident that this young girl will do something in her life; these feelings also made her feel slightly nervous with the thoughts that the girl will marry away and what will be the condition of her poor brother, Ramchandra Mahaale, Veena’s father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena reached her office in time and while she was getting out of the auto paying, the charges as per the meter, almost stumbled upon Jyoti who was rushing to the entrance hall of the building. They greeted each other and entered the office. Veena wanted to tell Jyoti, how she opened her first account but constrained herself; it may appear very naive to the other girls who are quite used to all these city rituals. Remembering the way the two girls laughed at her in the restaurant, Veena make a decision; not to talk about everything to these city girls any more!    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Entered the small room threw the wallet on the cot stood carelessly looking nowhere and now closing her tired eyes wanted some real rest. She pushed her on the cot, almost about to sleep and there came her aunty, asking her about how was the day with serenity on her face showing clearly how she was concerned about her dear niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not bad, Aatyaa.” Veena blurted out automatically. She did not want to open her eyes for some time but, all at once, she realized that she was very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take some hot tea and bhajias, I have prepared”! Her Aatyaa almost ordered her and there Veena heard the clatter of a dish being slammed on the stool next to the cot. Tired Veena slowly opened her sleepy eyes and found that a cup of hot tea and a plate of steaming hot bhajias were waiting for her. Veena smiled sheepishly, made herself comfortable, sitting on the cot and was almost about to touch the plate and there again her aunty came from inside room and warned her that she must first wash herself and make fresh before eating. Ohh, Veena had nearly forgotten it! Discipline first, she jumped out of the bed and went inside to refresh herself with a nice cold bath. Veena was out of the tiny bathroom, compared to the one in her village home which was as big as a spacious room, now Veena was allowed to have her nashta! It was no doubt very tasty and the chatting with her aunty about how the day passed was all the more testy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it that you look so tired? Is the work very tiring"? Auty&lt;br /&gt;"No Aatyaa, the work at the office was very interesting and I am not tire for that. You know this pass through these city buses is more tiring than the whole days work". Veena passed her honest remarks on the city bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the women laughed it away and her aunty, Yamuna set on telling Veena some of her own incidents about how torturous this journey by bus is. But all the same, we have to put up with that since, one has no alternative but to use these buses. They talked more about this city life and the chatting continues for some time. Yamuna tells her; how she got her appointment transferred to a nearby school, just to avoid this hectic journey on the city buses. And airily suggested Veena to do the same. On that Veena with a glee retorted that it is not possible, her office is not having any branch in the near about vicinity. They were enjoying the conversation; Yamuna asked, about how the boss is; and all those typical queries those follow in the chatting amongst women.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days were passing very well and Veena was showing her boss how erudite she is in her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veena received her first pay packet, envelop with a pay order, and it was a sum she was planning to spend on her family. Putting it in her pocket on the suit she was wearing she slowly moved out of the office as if in dreams. It was no surprise that she got a sum of twenty thousand the very first month of her career, as it was already known to her but the fact that the money has actually come to her had a different feeling. Rashmi and one other colleague Jyoti joined her on the foyer of the building, they were chatting about the good pay they get at that company and confessed that they were lucky ones to be in this company.&lt;br /&gt;"How will you spend your first salary"? Rashmi puts to Veena casually.&lt;br /&gt;"I shall give it to my father, I want to return to him all that he spent on me for my education, you know, he has drawn a loan from village merchant for my education and so my first duty is to repay that". Veena replied.&lt;br /&gt;"How much is the loan liability"? Jyoti&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know exactly but may be around some forty thousand"! Veena&lt;br /&gt;"Owe by just that much"! Rashmi&lt;br /&gt;"that is not much for you, you can repay it in just about three months with this scale of pay"! Jyoti&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed it away and Veena felt very strong, that she was powerful enough to repay that loan in a short time; while her father was constantly worried about it for all the time. Actually that loan was the subject of discussion in that family for most of the time family would talk about in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Veena decides to go to the village in the coming weekend and pay the money to the merchant the first half. As they walked in the street Rashmi called the other two girls to a restaurant for a snack. This was something new for Veena since she had never been in any restaurant in her life before and so she was very curious about how a restaurant is from in side. They all walked into a specious restaurant and were searching for the suitable place to relax.&lt;br /&gt;"What is your life's plan"? Veena heedlessly enquired to Rashmi.&lt;br /&gt;"My life's plan"? Rashmi snapped in a sharp voice; she did not say anything for a while, as if thinking and then said to them, "My life's plan is big; I want to own a big hotel"!&lt;br /&gt;"What is hotel"? Veena&lt;br /&gt;This innocent query made the other two girls laugh at her. They could not control their guffaw.&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say anything wrong"? Veena retorted naively. That made the girls laugh even more, they were really enjoying Veena's simplicity and after they finished their glee; Jyoti patted lightly on her shoulders and promised her that one day she will be visiting one in the near future when the company is holding the seminar on their work.&lt;br /&gt;They settled comfortably on a table at the corner and Rashmi ordered for snacks. Veena was watching in side of the restaurant and watching her do that the other two were exchanging smiles with confidence; they were feeling great that they are more experienced about city life than this village girl.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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And so that place was not very unknown to her however, today she was feeling different that now on, she will work as an officer and will be responsible for the work assigned to her. The day passed wonderfully; every body in the office greeted her and wished her a good future in that office. People were coming to introduce them and asked about her. As that was her very first day her boss did not load with much work but spent most of the time explaining to her the nature of the work and such other relevant things. On the whole, the day was wonderful. She was very straightforward in telling her new office colleagues that she is new to his city and also new to this surrounding and that, they please be kind to her and help her if she makes any mistake. On such a frank appraisal on her part actually every body in the office amused themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was over and as she moved out of the office and came on the crowded street she got baffled and felt very unsecured in that strange place, kept on walking to see the city the place she has now accepted as her new home. Looking around watching shops lit with very bright lights, decorated show windows packed with variety of merchandise and people she had never seen before moving quickly to their destination. It was a new experience to that village girl and Veena was thoroughly enjoying it. The bus stop was a few blocks away and she approached that bus stop finding it crowded people standing in a form normally called a queue but it was very difficult to know where it began and where the end is. She saw a few of her new colleagues already waiting in the queue and she greeted them, on that they signed her to come to them and Veena for the first time realized how to break the queue and push yourself in the middle of a queue, unmindful of all the protests from behind. This was a new experience, she in her own mind even though did not like the idea of pushing herself in that manner, she had to oblige as they were her new colleagues and wanted to be close to them anyhow. Bus came sluggishly wading through the busy road already traffic jammed. As the bus stood not exactly on the stop but a few paces away people in the queue heedless of the number, who is first and who is next, they poured on the entrance and began to rush in the bus. Finally Veena had learned her first lesson of getting into a bus and that too quite successfully. One of her new colleague, her name Rashmi with a gleeful smile hailed her saying, “Veena, you have done it very well, when I came to this city and tried to catch a bus in such crowd, you know I missed a few buses before could get in one finally, comparatively you seem to be pretty smart”! These comments made Veena feel very comfortable since, these comments had automatically built up her confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all fun to be in the city, she recalled some of the comments of the experienced villagers, who had told her quite a few stories of the difficulties in the city but now she realized that things are not that bad but may be more is to be seen to understand this city properly. She recalled her father saying that, city or village, they are all places lived in by men and women like us and the basic behaviour of all people is same and so he had consoled her that she should not worry too much about the city life and not to be mindful of all the frightful comments of these people. Bus conductor came up to her and she purchased her ticket; putting it in her wallet she was carrying to keep office papers and stood along with her new friend Rashmi. The bus was packed to capacity, as next stops would come some people get down and new fellows entering the bus, all in a hurry; she was being pushed by men and women unmindful of the gender apology. In the meantime, one passenger who was sitting near Rashmi’s position got up to leave the bus and their she saw a small commotion in the standing passengers to occupy the emptying seat. To Veena’s surprise it was Rashmi who got the seat in the scramble; looking victoriously to Veena smiling, she lovingly asked her to pass on her wallet to her, Veena instinctively gave it to her. Rashmi put it on her laps along with her own purse and other bag she was carrying. Things were moving smoothly for Veena; now she has at least one friend in this strange city. Finally bus came to the stop, Veena should get down, and she walked pushing men and women the same way she was pushed while she was standing in the gangway between the seats in the bus. She realized that in city this is not to complain for. One must be in do not care mood while traveling in a bus or such public transport. Veena was down, almost thrown out as if the bus was pouring out the passengers. Looking towards the passing bus she spotted Rashmi who was expectantly looking backwards to see Veena off. They both waved to each other, the bus vanished in the crowded road; Veena looked and was actually quite tired, stood for some moments and slowly moved towards her chawl where she was presently put up at her aunty, Yamuna Sathe.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. Mention language option English /Hindi /Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;Send incidence of interest in your life and our experts shall convert that into a story. Try this play!  &lt;br /&gt;Visit my other blogs for interesting reading. 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Veena Mahaale had finished her post graduation in Computer science and today she was getting her first job. Veena looked very pleased at the events those passed by in those few days during which she was attempting to get her a good decent job in a reputed corporation. Her luck favored her at last and there she was getting a very good job in a corporation in Mumbai. Veena had applied to more than a few companies for the job and here she got an opportunity so that she could prove to the employers that they were exact in choosing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was busy preparing to reach her new office Veena chose her best dress specially prepared for the occasion. She was told at the office that in such companies sari and skirts are not considered as decent and appropriate gear and a suit with a ladies trouser was the suggestion. Veena was not a very beautiful girl but looked like other normal girls, she had a fair complexion and on that dark colored suit and trouser were looking fitting to her; and finally she is ready. Hurriedly she rushes into the lane out side the house where she was at present staying at her aunty. A village girl habituated to move bear footed was now wearing a high-healed sandal made her a little uncomfortable. She was walking balancing herself carefully constantly worried about her gait. That was a new but pleasurable experience to Veena. Quick pace she comes on the main road and awaits at the bus stop to get the very first bus to reach her office a few minutes in advance so that things do not go wrong at the very first day. While waiting at the bus stop, not very crowded at that early hour, she goes in her thoughts looking back, her days in the village where she grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A village girl, daughter of a schoolteacher, in that small shanty village, Ghatla, she grows under strict but loving care of her parents. They were not very well off nevertheless; it was enough to content them. From the beginning Veena was a good talented child. Her elder brother, considerably older than her, had only just learned to read and write, as he had to look after the little farmland their family owned. He was an erudite farmer. Veena hailed from that simple family having never seen things, in a city like Mumbai; but only had heard about it from some people of that village who often would visit Mumbai for occasional work. Very often she would visit their small five-acre farm, play with trees, and sing songs along with her village girl friends. Life was simple and leisurely. No body was in a hurry, things were moving at steady pace so one could manage affairs with ease. There was beauty and calmness in that life style. She set out to compare the life style of the city presently she was living in with that of her village. Village life was simple and cool while city life was very mixed up with complicated affairs making it at times very tiring. In her village there were only a few wall clocks, one in the school and the other in the kacheri or village office from where village was managed by the Patil. In city every one had one on his or her wrist and many more around not to count them. This showed to her that in city time was very important while at village time was almost still. Veena had purchased one ladies watch for her use just the other day so that she would be in time wherever she went. Reaching office in time was very important and that needed one. Anyhow Veena had begun to enjoy the thrill of the city life. The thrill she would not have thought of in that sleepy village of Ghatla. She remembers her friends in the village, Yashoda, what she must be doing at this time Veena could know; yes, Yashoda must be sweeping the front courtyard of her house and Mani, her younger brother, must be playing around her and her mother, busy putting firewood to heat the water for washing clothes. These were routine things happening at almost every house in that village and the routine was more or less the same in every home. She remembered her brother Shree Nath; well he must be already in the farm and must have commenced watering plants while plucking some bringaul and ladies fingers for the home cooking. Veena reminisces the fresh air smell of the farm in her mind; in the city she smelled some exotic lavender perfume applied by one girl who had just come and stood next to her at the bus stop. That had broken her tranquil and she looked around. She could not see any familiar face; this made her feel the difference again between the village and city public. In her village almost everybody knew every other person but in the city nobody knew the next person; even they did not know their neighbors! Veena smiled to herself on that and continues to look around just for entertainment or amusement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the bus she was waiting for was fast approaching the stop and at once people on the stop became alert as they always do in the city. She boarded the bus and since it was rather too early that she got a seat to sit. Bus picked up and moved quickly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Story continues in the next posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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She was sitting in the chamber where the board meeting was scheduled. All members of the board were present and Rohit commences the proceedings of that meeting. Mahendra was nowhere to be seen. He was not present in that meeting. He was resting in Rohini’s house with Lily sitting next to him. Both of them were awaiting the call from Rohini; that will tell them the proceeding’s outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual everything goes smoothly. In a way it appears that practically all the members of the board look relieved that at last Joshi is out! Mr. Joshi was a very difficult person. after the initial readings of the routine reports Rohit puts up the letter from Joshi on the table and requests the members to read it. One member suggests that let Rohit read the letter so that all can get it at the same time. Rohit stands up and commences to read the letter which he had read before several times. The letter was brief and very clear. One member of the board asks if Joshi had any other matters to be considered before they unanimously approve of the resignation and accept it. After some hustle a clerk informs the board that everything is in order and that they may grant Joshi his resignation. The resolution is passed and that shows great relief and exuberant happiness on Rohini’s face. They all look to each other and suggest that they may proceed for next matter on the agenda; Rohit requests them to wait and looks to Rohini to come up and explain other business. Rohini usually is calm and confident while talking to such meetings but this time she looks pale and nervous. She mutely suggests Rohit to do the talk but he insists that it is her prerogative to put up the proposal to the meeting. Then she gets up and tells hastily that the founder member and previous MD of this corporation, Mr. Mahendra has reappeared! After saying that she realizes that the name should be Vishwajit and not Mahendra. This fumbling amuses Rohit and he corrects her by suggesting the name Vishwajit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you say?” they all, the board members shout in chorus.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir, Mr. Mahendra staying with our CEO Rohini is the person whom we all know by name Mahendra is Mr. Vishwajit; that is why erroneously Rohini called that name. This sets a wave of pleasure and the board meeting changes into a friendly gathering, they all begin to talk about Vashwajit and seeing that Rohini could not hold her tears. She quickly moves out of the room wiping her tear of joy and mixed with the feelings for that man who had suffered for no fault of his. The tears were for his suffering and for his reappearing! Rohini realizes that she cannot do without him. He was her silent love. Rohit had other business to clear and so he requests the gathering to attend on the next proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;Every body in the room is now very anxious to hear what comes next. Rohit tells them that the corporation has decided to welcome our founder president Mr. Vishwajit V. Velkar to accept the responsibility as new MD and for that he wants the solemn consent from the board of Directors of the Corporation. There was an uproar from the members of the board and they all immediately and unanimously pass that resolution as urgent business. One member was so anxious to see Vishwajit that he requests Rohit to tell where is he and if it is possible to reach him to first congratulate him. The meeting rose to salute the man who had founded the corporation and gave him salutation. That was not enough and so they decide to go to Rohini’s house and greet him for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to say no to them and the enthusiasm was so immense that Rohit had to call off the meeting and immediately come out to tell Rohini that the board members are wanting to visit her house immediately to greet Vishwajit. This was no surprise to her nevertheless; she was really not prepared for such a culmination. She cannot leave the office and so she informs Mahendra by calling him,&lt;br /&gt; “Dear, Mahendra ohh, sorry Sir Vishwajit, you have been appointed as our chief and the board members want to see you immediately so be prepared, I cannot come as I have a lot of things to do here and you know work is worship!” her voice whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;“Dear, for you I am always Mahendra, only for the world I am Vishwaji!” Mahendra&lt;br /&gt;There was absolute silence between them both did not want to stop talking but their feelings were beyond the word. Their love was silent, after some quite moments both hung their phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good news for the home of Rohini which includes Lily. Mahendra told her tiding and there she hugged him so tight that he suffocated. After first bout of surprise and pleasure they separated and began to prepare to receive the visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a memorable event for Mahendra that he was finally in the place where he actually belonged. After the brief but passionate meeting of all the old colleagues, they had left and here Mahendra was alone remembering all those people who helped him, Mr. Dighe, Lily, Rohit, Mrs. Chandavarkar, Devji and Raghu all moved slowly in the memory and he was all thanks to them. Finally Rohini, she remained in his memory. How much time he was sitting in the pensive mood thinking of her he could not know. Lily had left the house to allow him to have quiet time with Rohini when she comes from the office. There was a ring on the door, then the door opened Rohini entered quietly; there was no sound, it was all so quiet that even the tick, tick of the clock could be heard clearly. She came in the leaving room saw Mahendra sitting in his usual meditating posture. This time she did not bother him and goes to her room, changes and moves to the kitchen, now the things are different, the refugee had become her welcome boss. While she was hurriedly preparing for some refreshment she hears that Mahendra came and stood next to her, trying unsuccessfully to take the things from her hands as the refreshment making had been his job there, but she refused. Looking to him passionately she shrugs him pressing her head on his chest. There was no talking. They sat in front of each other on the table the way they always did but today was different. Rohini holds his rough palm in her soft hand and they keep looking to each other, no word! It was a SILENT LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From next week we shall have a new story, “Employment”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make movies on the stories published in this blog, contact for script on given emails. 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Mahendra gestures toward him asking how the matter worked.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t know exactly, but if you have cautioned Smita and if she has done it well, better call her and find out how things worked on that side.” Dighe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahendra calls her, it looks that the ring goes on, she does not pick it. “Let us wait for some time or better call Rohini and ask her to get the information. On hearing that promptly Rohit calls Rohini and asks her about Joshi. The things were done in such a short time that Rohini is not knowing what had happened in the office during the period, she was pretty busy with her own work! She, in the first place could not understand the query.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean by this question?” Rohini&lt;br /&gt;“I shall explain that later, right now please find out Smita and ask her to phone to Mahendra immediately.” He closes the mobile. This call by Rohit astonishes Rohini all the more. She could not comprehend what the matter is but all the same she prefers to call Smita. Door opens of her cabin and old Balaram peeps in without entering in the cabin; that was his style of approaching! Rohini looks to him and ask where Smita is? Before he would reply here Smita also peeps in the cabin with a smile on her face. Hay, Rohini madam what is the order? She asks with a sneer on her face.&lt;br /&gt;“What is happening in here?” Rohini&lt;br /&gt;“Just now Rohit calls me and ask me to call you and to phone to Mahendra, what is the matter, will I know? Rohini speaks in one breathe. On that Smita vanishes behind the door of the cabin also Balaram follows. Rohini is now all amazed at the way Smita was behaving but she does not have time to bother about all that as she was immediately busy attending her office work.&lt;br /&gt;Smita calls Mahendra and tells him what she saw in the cabin. On hearing that a smile comes on his face slowly as he understands that Joshi has quit and his passage to the seat of MD to the Corporation was cleared. Mahendra after some more talk with her closes his mobile and turns to the group first shaking hands with Dighe and then with Rohit he utters, "I do not know how I can thank you all and particularly Dighe."&lt;br /&gt;"But Dighe I wonder how so quickly you could remove this man from that sit?" Mahendra&lt;br 
