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Whispers beneath the stars

Chapter 23 

May 1999, Amritsar

Arnav logged into the chatroom with an easy confidence, anticipation bubbling beneath his calm exterior. His fingers moved over the keyboard as if drawn by instinct, waiting for the familiar notification that OceanBreeze was online. As the screen blinked with her arrival, a smile flickered across his face. His heart picked up a beat, a quiet thrill that only she could stir, though he wasn’t in any rush—knowing she was there was enough. Tonight, he was determined to press into the edges of their banter, savoring every playful line she threw his way.

OceanBreeze is online.

Just a name on the screen, yet it felt like everything—a presence he could almost feel, despite the hundreds of miles separating them. For a moment, he just stared at the screen, letting the simple sight of her name bring him a quiet, familiar joy. It was as if, in these brief connections, he had found a part of himself that fit nowhere else. He began typing, his words alive with the comfort and excitement she always stirred in him.

He typed out his usual greeting, his fingers flying over the keys with their familiar ease.

Skybound: Have I ever told you, Kishmish, that the only thing keeping this sky from floating off is the ocean breeze?

Her response popped up, quick and teasing, and he could almost picture her grinning on the other side.

OceanBreeze: Is that so, Mr. Sky? Are you sure you haven’t whispered that line to every breeze that comes your way?

A chuckle escaped him, and he settled into the warmth of their easy exchange, feeling that steady joy she always seemed to bring. Here, in these late-night conversations, he felt understood in a way he couldn’t explain, as though she’d seen his soul and somehow found it worthy.

They always went back and forth like this, laughter threaded between each line. Arnav reveled in the way she pushed him, kept him on his toes with her quick wit and steady deflections. But tonight, he wanted her to know just how much he’d heard in her silence, how deeply he felt the warmth she so carefully rationed out to him. He typed carefully, each word carrying the depth he knew she’d feel, even if she didn’t respond in kind.

Skybound: Now, now, that’s slander, Kishmish. Only one breeze has the power to keep this particular Skybound from drifting away.

Arnav’s smile grew, picturing her, probably tilting her head to the side as she typed, the way he imagined she did when something amused her. He leaned forward, fingers poised over the keyboard, carefully choosing his words to match her rhythm as her next message followed, laced with her usual wit.

OceanBreeze: Well then, I suppose I’d better keep this sky in line, don’t I? Wouldn’t want you floating off without permission.

Arnav felt the quiet weight of her words, the subtle restraint she always carried, like a delicate curtain she allowed him to part just enough to glimpse her heart. He knew she cared; he felt it in every playful jab and gentle tease, but he sensed her hesitation too, as if she were afraid to give too much.

Her words were playful, yet there was something else woven within them—an unspoken promise, a tenderness that filled him with a closeness that mere words rarely achieved. He took a breath, savoring this delicate moment between them, marveling at how lucky he was to have found a connection like this.

Undeterred, he pressed on gently, leaning into the warmth she offered in small, cherished doses.

Skybound: I must be the luckiest sky around. Although… if you ever tire of keeping me grounded, I’ll just have to drift around aimlessly, lost in the clouds.

Her response was quick, carrying a hint of mischief that made his pulse race.

OceanBreeze: Now who’s slandering whom? Maybe I’ll let you drift a bit… but I’ll always keep you within sight.

Arnav leaned back, eyes fixed on the screen as he ran a hand through his hair. His mind spinned with the words she hadn’t said yet. 

He felt emboldened to test the waters a bit more, to see just how far he can stretch this connection without asking for the confession his heart craves.

Skybound: Say, Kishmish, if I were to stop being a Skybound and take up something more practical—like, say, medicine—do you think you’d trust me enough to let me operate on you? You know, as an experiment?

There was a pause, and his eyes lingered on the screen, wondering how she would respond. When her message came, it was layered with just enough ambiguity to drive him mad with hope.

OceanBreeze: I suppose… if you were the one wielding the scalpel, I’d take my chances. Even if you made a complete mess, it would be an adventure worth the risk.

His heart skipped at that—the idea that she would trust him so completely, even when the stakes were high, when there was no guarantee of a good outcome. He felt a warmth settle over him, a glow that he only felt when she was there, somewhere across the country, sharing that silent space with him. He knew she was holding back, knew she hadn’t said the words out loud, but the trust in her tone filled the gap. There was a tenderness in the way she let him chase her words, allowing him just close enough to know she cared deeply.

He contemplated letting her know just how much he felt, but in the end, he chose patience. There was beauty in that waiting, in letting each moment build on the last, like a symphony slowly reaching its crescendo. He typed, each word carefully chosen.

Skybound: Now, that’s dangerous trust. What if my hands shook?

He typed it slowly, each word carrying the subtle, unspoken desire he could never quite put into words. He imagined her reading the message, feeling the tension in his question, and maybe, just maybe, sensing what he truly wanted to say.

Her reply came quickly, filled with the same lighthearted tone she used to mask the depth of her feelings.

OceanBreeze: Then I suppose I’d have to steady them for you. Can’t have my doctor panicking, now, can I?

Arnav’s heart thudded as he stared at her words, feeling the unspoken promise they carried. He wanted to touch her hand, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers, to pull her close and let his lips find hers in the quiet assurance of everything they’d left unsaid.

Skybound: I’d settle for steady hands. But maybe, someday… I’d trade it all for just one thing.

He paused, fingers hovering over the keys as he thought of the words he’d never said to anyone else—words that could bridge the space between them, if only he had the courage to press send.

After a moment, he hit backspace and deleted his message. Instead, he chose the safer path, one that hinted at his feelings without revealing too much.

Skybound: One day, maybe I’ll surprise you. I’ll be right there, just a whisper away.

She didn’t reply right away, and he could feel the silence stretching between them, an invisible thread pulling them closer. And then, finally, her response appeared, a soft admission wrapped in her usual wit.

OceanBreeze: A whisper away, hmm? That sounds… dangerous. But maybe, just maybe, I’d like that.

Arnav’s heart skipped a beat. He could almost feel her there, her presence filling the room, her warmth as real as the air he breathed. He wanted to close the distance, to tell her everything he’d hidden behind his jokes and half-formed confessions.

Skybound: So, if I were close enough, would you let me? Just one…

He let the thought linger, the words an echo of the quiet yearning woven into every message. There was a pause on her end and he wondered if she understood, if she could sense the way he ached to close the gap between them, to bridge the distance with a single, gentle kiss.

There was something exhilarating in that silence, a thrill in imagining her reading between his lines. He let himself relish the tension before her response appeared.

She responded, her words playful yet layered with something deeper, a gentle affirmation he felt down to his bones.

OceanBreeze: Well, Sky, if you were close enough… I might just surprise you.

He leaned back, his heart swelling with an almost unbearable sweetness. He could spend a lifetime in this, letting each unspoken word bring them closer. For him, loving her had never been about rushing to the end; it was about savoring each moment, each breath she took in response, knowing that this gentle dance of words was more precious than any confession could ever be.

They continued chatting, easy laughter flowing between them, but beneath every playful exchange lay a sense of certainty, a silent understanding that one day, when the time was right, they would finally close the distance that separated them.

Until then, Arnav was content—content to linger in these late-night conversations, to feel her presence through the words on a screen, to carry her with him in the quiet, unspoken spaces between their messages.

As the night wore on, his heart stayed light, his love for her unhurried and joyful, brimming with the sweetness of anticipation. One day, he knew, they’d step into the moment they both felt was waiting for them, like a shared secret under the stars, unhurried and inevitable. Until then, every word was enough, a gentle promise of all that was yet to come.

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"For every trial and sorrow that God makes us shoulder, He has a reason." ~Khaled Hosseini.

A year has surpassed, since my anxiety disorder.

But even now, as the sun sways on the clouds at evenings, I can feel the remnants of the disorder. The anxiety penetrating deep within the edges of my belly, and the waves of the new-found atheism.

My disbelief in my God, Madhav.

I went to a couple of people for my anxiety. From the pathologist, to the school teachers, to the school counsellor, to friends, and lastly, to my aunt.

"Do yoga. Go meditate, it's good for anxiety,"

"You worry alot, and you overthink stuff. Why do you want to add more?"

"Itna tension nahi leneka. Be happy."

Imagine you're walking in a tunnel with a herd of people walking like sheeps. You're screaming; full throated cries. Yet, nobody in the tunnel can hear you. Yes, it feels exactly like that.

When the anxiety started, at cold dusks,

I would be on the brink of death.

Thoughts would nuzzle around my mind, like a snake caging its prey with its tail.

My hands would tremble and my breathing would occur with labour.

The fear, the stress, would slowly creep down to the belly of my abdomen and I could do nothing.

I had foreseen a panic attack.

I saw it coming.

Gently, it walked towards me in March.

One flaming hot summer noon,

In a caged toilet, with warm wind gushing through the windows, the attack began.

I remember traces; I was banging on the locked toilet door, with palms turned into fists, and I could not speak.

Words wouldn't fumble out of my mouth and I would helplessly bang on the oak door.

When I was released out of the toilet, the attack raced with a deadly speed.

My cheekbones, my lips, and my mouth went entirely numb. I can remember the tears flowing out of my eyes, and being incapable in providing life to my numb mouth.

"WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS? OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO COULD SUFFER, WHY ME? WHY ME?" I didn't realise I was screeching until my mother ran her fingers over the temple of my head, her eyes packed with tears.

I healed at the end of may, and the beginning of June.

After gazing at the monuments in Delhi, to the organized streets in Chandigarh, to the snow-capped mountains in Manali, to the flower gardens in Dalhousie, to the temple in Amritsar and lastly, with the soldiers at Wagha border.

With people, with places, and with memories,

I realised that life is now.

Life is in the present. Life is in the moment that I live, life is now that I'm writing.

Life is this.

My aunt, in east Maharashtra, was a messenger sent by Madhav, which we both believe in.

"You have taken the steering wheel of your life from Madhav. Return it back, divya. Let him drive. Let him take care of the speed and destination. You sit beside him and enjoy the journey. And trust him again. He won't let the brakes fail."

"It doesn't matter how many times you water a mango seed, for it will only ever bear fruits in summers."

"The only two things that you should focus on are; what you want in life and what will you do to achieve it."

She healed me.

At the end of the summer, on the brink of an upcoming monsoon,

In the garden, I met Madhav again.

In my dreams, I dream of peacock feathers and summers.

I dream that I am sitting beside the driver's seat and am gazing at the buildings that I grew up with.

"What happened?" Madhav asked.

I grinned; all teeth.

"Winters are parting," I answered.

"What do you see, Divya?" He asked standing beside me.

"I see the dawn of a rising sun."

"I will never let this sun set." He promised.

Now, as the fear of academic pressure looms over me, as new books, new publications await me,

I smile.

"Let me live now." i mutter.

I can see Madhav's eyes cramming with tears for the first time in days and a smile beaming at the dawn.

Author: Divya A. Korde.

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For the Love of Dogs

I’ve mentioned the street dogs in Amritsar. I see dozens every single day. They are often skeletal, injured, and so very timid. People abuse them. Or hit them with a vehicle and drive on. I see them lying in holes they have dug at the side of the road. I see puppies wandering through traffic or shooed away, threatened, or worse by street vendors.  I am cautious, because they are feral. But it is heartbreaking to see them try to eek out survival in this unforgiving environment.

I stumbled upon a place called Pawsitive Sanctuary on the outskirts of the city and I was intrigued. I asked to join their Facebook group and was immediately welcomed. I asked if we could visit (assuring them we had received our rabies booster)—and the founder of the sanctuary, an Indian-Canadian woman living in Toronto, called me soon after. Amita has devoted herself (and her bank account) passionately to providing free medical care, rescue, and compassion to these dogs.

Today we rode out to the shelter in the one car they have for rescuing dogs. We met a staff that cares for the dogs with incredible love and generosity.

The lone cat (who loves this staff member) and Aashi, the fearless, fierce, and loving coordinator on the ground

Above: preparing food for all of those dogs!

They have a resident vet who lives on the premises with his wife and young son. When we arrived, he was busy treating the bed sores of a paralyzed dog.

There are approximately 125 dogs currently living at the sanctuary (along with one very loud cat.) Many are paralyzed from train and car accidents. Some have had tumors removed, survived distemper, and horrific wounds inflicted by other dogs. One dog, Cinderella, was rescued when she had such a huge and maggot infested wound on her head, half of her face was literally gone. They are nursing her back to health. It is still pretty hard to look at her, but her face is healing, and she will probably have the use of one eye. The staff showed me pictures of when she first arrived. She is, indeed, doing much better!

Here's a partial view of poor Cinderella.

Almost all of the dogs are gentle and friendly. I quickly developed a soft place in my heart for “Milky” and “Tiger” (a tripod who was very jealous of attention we paid to anyone else!)

Tiger (left photo) and Milky

Those of you who know me know that I am not a particularly religious person. But whatever God is—their love is working through these people to help creatures that have no voice, and who deserve dignity and love just as much as you or I. In what religion are they not deserving of that? And yet so many people—here and around the world-- think of them as “just animals.” It infuriates me.

I am sharing some photos. Some are too distressing to share. If you are strong enough, go to the sanctuary’s Instagram or Facebook pages. I am committing to volunteering at the sanctuary while we are here. Please consider supporting them. A little goes a LONG way in this country- and I saw with my own eyes what donations are making possible. Every dog is neutered or spade. All receive the medical treatment, surgery, and care they need. The sanctuary takes in approximately ten dogs per week. People call them from all over the city, having seen an injured or suffering dog. Some are returned to the neighborhoods where they have lived—if there are people there that feed them and watch out for them (they can’t keep them all!) Some are up for adoption. Any dog that cannot survive on their own is assured of a forever home. We are told that many of the dogs will indeed live there forever-- Cinderella, as well as the many paralyzed dogs among them.

The most critical are kept in this room:

The paralyzed dogs (some are slowly learning to walk again!)

Some of the now-healthy dogs love to roam in the wonderful expanse surrounding the sanctuary

Saying goodbye for now to our hosts: Aashi and Reena

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Thank you for listening!

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Essential Tips for Preparing for Eye Treatment at ASG Eye Hospital in Amritsar

When it comes to eye treatment, being well-prepared can make a significant difference in your overall experience and outcome. At ASG Eye Hospital, the leading eye hospital in Amritsar, we prioritize patient care and aim to ensure that each patient feels confident and informed before undergoing any procedure. Whether you are preparing for a routine check-up, squint eye treatment, or a more complex surgery, these tips will help you get ready.

Consult with Your Eye Specialist:   Before any eye treatment, it’s crucial to have a detailed consultation with your eye specialist. At ASG Eye Hospital, our experienced doctors will thoroughly evaluate your condition, discuss potential treatment options, and recommend the best course of action. During this consultation, make sure to ask any questions you may have and clarify any doubts about the procedure.

Understand the Treatment Plan:   Understanding your treatment plan is vital. Whether you're scheduled for squint eye treatment or another procedure, ask your doctor to explain the steps involved, the expected recovery time, and any pre-treatment preparations you need to follow. Being informed will help alleviate any anxiety and allow you to mentally prepare for the procedure.

Arrange for Transportation:   Most eye treatments, especially those involving anesthesia or dilating eye drops, may impair your vision temporarily. It’s advisable to arrange for someone to drive you to and from the hospital. This is particularly important if you are undergoing a more extensive procedure like surgery.

Follow Pre-Treatment Instructions:   Depending on the type of eye treatment, your doctor may provide specific pre-treatment instructions. For example, you may be advised to avoid certain medications or to fast before the procedure. At ASG Eye Hospital, we provide clear, easy-to-follow instructions to ensure you are fully prepared.

Prepare for Post-Treatment Care:   Post-treatment care is as important as the procedure itself. Before your appointment, make sure you have all the necessary supplies for recovery, such as prescribed eye drops, sunglasses to protect your eyes from bright light, and a comfortable place to rest. Your doctor at ASG Eye Hospital will provide you with detailed post-treatment care instructions to ensure a smooth and speedy recovery.

Know the Financials:   Understanding the cost of your treatment and the payment options available is crucial. ASG Eye Hospital offers transparent pricing and various payment plans to accommodate different financial situations. If you have health insurance, confirm what is covered under your policy and whether any pre-authorizations are needed.

Schedule a Follow-Up Appointment:   Regular follow-up appointments are essential for monitoring your recovery and ensuring the success of the treatment. Before leaving the hospital, make sure to schedule your follow-up visit. Our team at ASG Eye Hospital is committed to providing continuous care to all our patients.

By following these preparation tips, you can approach your eye treatment at ASG Eye Hospital in Amritsar with confidence and peace of mind. Whether it’s a squint eye treatment or any other eye procedure, our dedicated team of specialists is here to provide the highest level of care.

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The World's Largest Free Kitchen: A Beacon of Service and Humanity

In the heart of Punjab, India, nestled within the sacred Golden Temple complex in Amritsar, lies a culinary marvel that has been feeding millions of people every year for centuries. This extraordinary establishment, known as the Guru Ka Langar, holds the prestigious title of the world's largest free kitchen. Beyond its impressive scale, the Guru Ka Langar embodies the spirit of service, equality, and community, offering sustenance to all who seek it, regardless of their background or beliefs.

A Tradition Rooted in Service

The tradition of langar, or free kitchen, was initiated by Guru Nanak Dev Ji, the founder of Sikhism, in the early 16th century. Guru Nanak emphasized the values of equality, selfless service, and community support, advocating for a society where no one would go hungry. This tradition was further institutionalized by Guru Amar Das, the third Sikh Guru, who established the practice of mandatory langar for all visitors to Sikh temples (Gurdwaras).

A Modern-Day Marvel

The Guru Ka Langar at the Golden Temple operates on an astonishing scale. On an average day, it serves approximately 100,000 meals, with the number rising significantly during religious festivals and special occasions. The kitchen runs around the clock, supported by a robust infrastructure that includes massive cooking vessels, industrial-sized roti machines capable of producing thousands of flatbreads per hour, and extensive dining halls that accommodate thousands of diners simultaneously.

The Power of Volunteers

One of the most remarkable aspects of the Guru Ka Langar is its reliance on volunteers, known as sevadars. These volunteers come from all walks of life and from around the world, drawn by the desire to contribute to this noble cause. They perform a wide range of tasks, from peeling and chopping vegetables to rolling out dough for rotis and washing the endless stream of utensils. The spirit of seva (selfless service) is palpable, creating an environment of communal harmony and shared purpose.

Simplicity and Nourishment

The meals served at the Guru Ka Langar are simple yet nourishing, consisting primarily of dal (lentil soup), sabzi (vegetable curry), roti (Indian bread), and kheer (rice pudding). Despite the simplicity, the food is prepared with great care and attention to hygiene, ensuring that every meal is wholesome and satisfying. The menu is strictly vegetarian, aligning with the Sikh principles of compassion and non-violence.

A Symbol of Equality and Unity

The Guru Ka Langar stands as a powerful symbol of equality. In the langar hall, everyone sits together on the floor, irrespective of their social status, religion, or nationality. This act of sitting and eating together reinforces the Sikh tenet that all human beings are equal in the eyes of God. It is a profound experience for many, fostering a sense of unity and breaking down social barriers.

Sustainability and Innovation

In recent years, the Guru Ka Langar has embraced sustainable practices to manage its vast operations. Efforts include solar energy initiatives, water recycling systems, and waste management programs aimed at reducing the environmental footprint of this massive kitchen. These innovations ensure that the langar continues to serve the community while honoring the principles of environmental stewardship.

A Global Inspiration

The Guru Ka Langar at the Golden Temple is more than just a kitchen; it is a testament to the enduring power of compassion and community service. It inspires similar initiatives worldwide, encouraging people to come together and support those in need. As the largest free kitchen in the world, it not only feeds the body but also nourishes the soul, embodying the timeless values of generosity, equality, and humanity.

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Indulge in Sweet Bliss: Exploring the Delights of Rasmalai

In the vibrant tapestry of Indian desserts, one delicacy stands out for its heavenly taste and rich history – Rasmalai. Originating from the Indian subcontinent, Rasmalai is a sumptuous treat that has captured the hearts and palates of dessert enthusiasts around the world. If you're in Edmonton and on the hunt for the best Indian food in Edmonton, exploring the divine flavors of Rasmalai is an absolute must.

In the bustling culinary landscape of Edmonton, where diverse flavors and cultures converge, finding an authentic Indian restaurant can be a delightful adventure. Whether you're craving the aromatic spices of traditional dishes or the sweet indulgence of Indian desserts, the city offers a plethora of options to satisfy your cravings. Among the array of culinary delights, Punjabi restaurants in Edmonton stand out for their commitment to authenticity and flavor, making them the perfect destination to embark on a Rasmalai journey.

Step into the inviting ambiance of an Indian restaurant in Edmonton, and you'll be greeted by the tantalizing aromas of spices and herbs that transport you to the bustling streets of India. Among the diverse array of dishes adorning the menu, Rasmalai shines as a beacon of sweetness and joy, promising a truly indulgent experience.

What sets Rasmalai apart is its exquisite blend of textures and flavors. At its heart lies soft, pillowy cheese dumplings, delicately simmered in a creamy, saffron-infused milk syrup. Each bite is a symphony of sweetness and richness, with the subtle hint of cardamom and pistachios adding layers of depth to the dessert. The magic of Rasmalai lies in its ability to evoke a sense of comfort and nostalgia, reminiscent of festive gatherings and cherished family moments.

For those seeking the best Indian food in Edmonton, discovering a restaurant that serves authentic Rasmalai is a culinary delight not to be missed. Whether you're a seasoned connoisseur or a newcomer to Indian cuisine, the experience of indulging in this timeless dessert is sure to leave a lasting impression.

One such establishment that embodies the essence of authentic Indian flavors is Amritsar Junction Edmonton. Renowned for its delectable Punjabi cuisine and warm hospitality, Amritsar junction offers a culinary journey like no other. From savory curries to mouthwatering desserts, every dish is crafted with care and passion, ensuring an unforgettable dining experience.

As you peruse the menu at [Indian Restaurant Name], your eyes are immediately drawn to the enticing selection of desserts, including the irresistible Rasmalai. Served chilled and garnished with slivers of almonds and pistachios, each bite is a revelation of flavor, transporting you to dessert nirvana. Whether enjoyed as a sweet ending to a hearty meal or as a standalone indulgence, Rasmalai at Amritsar Junction is sure to leave you craving for more.

For those seeking the ultimate Punjabi restaurant experience in Edmonton, Amritsar Junction is the perfect destination to satisfy your cravings. With its authentic flavors, cozy ambiance, and impeccable service, it's no wonder that  Amritsar Junction has become a beloved fixture in the culinary scene of Edmonton.

In conclusion, Rasmalai is more than just a dessert – it's a celebration of sweetness, flavor, and tradition. For those embarking on a quest to discover the best Indian food in Edmonton, indulging in the delights of Rasmalai is an experience that promises to delight the senses and create cherished memories. So, why wait? Treat yourself to a taste of sweet bliss and embark on a culinary adventure like no other.

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Reclaim Confidence, Restore Function: Amandeep Hospital's Reconstructive & Aesthetic Surgery

Amandeep Hospital, a leading healthcare provider in Amritsar, Punjab, offers a unique blend of medical expertise – Reconstructive and Aesthetic Surgery. Here, you can embark on a journey of transformation, whether it's regaining lost function or enhancing your natural beauty.

Healing from Within: The Power of Reconstructive Surgery

Reconstructive surgery at Amandeep Hospital goes beyond aesthetics. It focuses on correcting abnormalities caused by birth defects, injuries, or illnesses. This can involve:

Cleft lip and palate repair: Giving you the gift of clear speech, improved breathing, and a beautiful smile.

Burn scar revision: Minimizing the appearance of scars and restoring function to burned areas, allowing you to move with greater ease.

Trauma reconstruction: Helping you heal from accidents or injuries, restoring both function and a sense of normalcy.

Breast reconstruction: Offering a path to healing after mastectomy, so you can reclaim your confidence.

Amandeep Hospital's team of highly skilled surgeons utilizes advanced techniques to achieve optimal results. Their focus is on restoring function and improving your quality of life, allowing you to live life to the fullest.

Embrace Your Natural Beauty: The Art of Aesthetic Surgery

Amandeep Hospital also offers a comprehensive range of aesthetic surgery procedures to help you achieve your desired look and feel more confident in your own skin. Some popular procedures include:

Rhinoplasty (nose reshaping): Creating a more balanced and harmonious facial appearance.

Blepharoplasty (eyelid surgery): Revitalizing your eyes for a more youthful and refreshed look.

Liposuction: Sculpting your body and achieving a more desired figure.

Breast augmentation/reduction: Helping you achieve a figure that feels balanced and right for you.

The team understands that aesthetic surgery is a personal decision. They offer personalized consultations to discuss your goals and concerns, recommending the most suitable procedure to achieve your desired outcome.

Your Transformation Awaits

Whether you're seeking to restore function after an injury or enhance your natural beauty, Amandeep Hospital's Reconstructive and Aesthetic Surgery department can be your partner in transformation. With their expertise, advanced technology, and commitment to patient care, they offer a transformative experience that empowers you to reclaim your confidence and live life to the fullest.

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Explore the Spectacular Shimla Manali Tour from Delhi and Amritsar with Unlimited India

Embark on an unforgettable journey through the enchanting landscapes of Shimla and Manali with Unlimited India. Our meticulously crafted Shimla Manali tour from Delhi and Amritsar offers an immersive experience into the heart of the Himalayas, blending adventure, culture, and natural beauty seamlessly.

As you begin your expedition from the bustling streets of Delhi or the vibrant city of Amritsar, our expert guides ensure a seamless transition into the serene surroundings of Shimla and Manali. With Unlimited India, every moment of your trip is tailored to perfection, promising an experience that exceeds your expectations.

Shimla, the erstwhile summer capital of British India, welcomes you with its colonial charm and panoramic vistas. Stroll through the bustling Mall Road, adorned with quaint shops and cafes, or explore the architectural marvels of Viceregal Lodge and Christ Church. Delve into the rich history and cultural heritage of the region as you visit the ancient temples of Jakhu and Tara Devi, each narrating tales of bygone eras.

As your journey continues to Manali, the picturesque landscapes unfold before your eyes, offering a glimpse into nature's pristine beauty. Traverse through the lush valleys and meandering rivers, with the towering peaks of the Himalayas as your backdrop. Indulge in adrenaline-pumping activities such as paragliding, river rafting, or trekking amidst the breathtaking scenery.

We understand the importance of creating lasting memories, which is why our tour packages are designed to cater to every traveller’s needs. Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or cultural immersion, we ensure a seamless experience from start to finish. With our team of highly experienced professionals, you can rest assured that every aspect of your journey is taken care of with utmost precision and care.

Experience the magic of the Himalayas like never before with Unlimited India Shimla Manali tour from Delhi and Amritsar. Let us be your trusted companion on this exhilarating voyage, as we unveil the treasures of, we enchanting destinations, one unforgettable moment at a time. Book your adventure today and embark on a journey of a lifetime with us!

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How to conquer the Har Ki Dun trek – Hanging Valley of Gods

What will you find on the trek to Har ki dun?

With bird watching, thrilling wildlife and scattering Himalayan Flora, you will only have words of admiration and appreciation for Har Ki Dun trek. You will encounter Sankri and its beautiful views of the mountains, before you start towards Taluka. Trekking in India and that too in The Himalayas are challenging and test you on every step you take. Such is the case with this astonishing Har Ki Dun Pass. While you move ahead into the meadows, you will go through Osla, but remember, you will encounter bores and deers. And when you return back on the trail of Har Ki Dun Pass, let your eyes witness the enormous and beautiful views of the frozen Jaundhar & Swargarohini glaciers.

Where will be your base camp?

The base camp of Har Ki Dun is situated at an astounding height of 1950 meters in Sankri. The last village road head on the entire route, Sankri is located about 13 kilometers inside the Govind Wildlife Sanctuary. By now, you must be thinking about what makes Sankri one of the best base camps in the region. Well, at Sankri, you will see the sun setting behind the Swargarohini Peak with a slight shimmer running through the atmospheric lights.

Excited to meet the locals?

What is its elevation?

When you begin your journey from the capital of Uttarakhand, Dehradun, you will go through an exhilarating drive to reach Sankri, the base camp of Her Ki Dun trek. When you will start from the base camp and trek to Taluka you will reach an elevation of 2075 meters. Here you will be able to experience the small settlements of the locals and the Tons River. Now trek to Osla that stands at a height of 2560 meters. Here you will witness a gorgeous temple ornamented with a carved temple. Himalayan trekking is second to none, so when you gain height, remember what your eyes have witnessed.

What is the best season to visit Har ki dun trek?

As it is located at a significant height, the Har Ki Dun weatherplays a huge role in determining the time to visit, because you do not want your adventure to end up otherwise. The months of Monsoon are a complete no for any tourist or traveler. But, if you are planning to trek up till Har Ki Dun in the winter months, you may experience snowfall.

Trekking in Himalayas is always a huge challenge for a traveler or first-time visitor. As an individual, you have to take care of everything from your clothing to the weather and trail conditions. If you are caught up here in the monsoon season, the difficulty level of your trek will hit top-notch, and you definitely do not want that to happen or even ruin your trek.

Spring is the best time to experience this trip, with flower-booming meadows and the entire valley coupled with snow. At this time of the year, the Har Ki Dun temperature is ideal and best for trekking.

How to reach Har Ki Dun trek?

Known to be a very busy city in terms of tourism, Dehradun is well connected with Chennai Lucknow, Kolkata, Amritsar and many more major cities of the country. The capital of Uttarakhand also experiences everyday arrivals and departures of trains like Shatabdi, Jan Shatabdi, Mussoorie Express and Nanda Devi Express. Dehradun is also well connected in terms of roadways. Volvo buses run regularly every hour from Dehradun ISBT to New Delhi, so if you are planning to come from Delhi, it won’t be a problem for you.

Important Advice for a trekker

Trekking in Uttarakhand has always been an adventure for travelers and tourists, but the Har Ki Dun height is of huge significance, which makes everyone come with full preparation. The experiences and their thrills are something that Himalayas hold for you but a huge responsibility rests on your shoulders. Your health is the most important thing for you. Why? Because, the difficulty of Har Ki Dun trek lies between moderate to hard. So, prepare thoroughly and stack yourself with protective gears and clothes that will keep you safe from the changing mountain weathers.

Do not forget the wind-proof jacket, caps, and emergency cap-light and dry socks. Also make sure that you choose the good quality footwear and the correct fitted boots in order to avoid frostbites, during cold weather.

A sturdy sleeping bag would do the thing for you as it will give you durability and comfort. One last thing you need to take care of is good quality and waterproof backpack that will surely keep you away from the harsh conditions of wear and tear.

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Impressions of Bride and Prejudice (2004)

I finally watched this movie as it is currently free on YouTube! It's a really interesting "modern-day" adaptation (specifically a Bollywood musical) of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice which takes place in Amritsar, India, London, England and California, USA instead of the English countryside. It stars Aishwarya Rai as Elizabeth Bennet (now Lalita Bakshi) and Martin Henderson as Mr. Darcy (William Darcy).

Names:

Bakshis = Bennets

Jaya Bakshi = Jane Bennet

Lalita Bakshi = Elizabeth Bennet

Maya Bakshi = Mary Bennet

Lakhi Bakshi = Lydia Bennet (Kitty isn't included here)

Kholi Saab = Mr. Collins

Balraj = Bingley

Chandra Lamba = Charlotte Lucas

Kiran = Caroline Bingley

Darcy's mother (Catherine Darcy) = Lady Catherine de Bourgh

The Casting:

Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi. She's captivating and beautiful as Lalita, with intelligence and wits to match. The film understands why Elizabeth Bennet is one of literature's greatest heroines: she has a lot of self-respect, speaks her mind, and refuses to compromise on her values. What's most important is that she achieves the balance between the two clashing cultures: she cares about her family and respects Indian traditions yet is also a strong individual who keeps her dignity.

Martin Henderson as William Darcy. I don't like that Darcy is an American in this movie because (in general) Americans are usually less reserved than British people, so it takes away a key part of Darcy's character (his repressed emotions). He's much more sympathetic than book Darcy because he seems to be more open-minded towards Indian culture the more he learns about it (unlike book Darcy, who is stubborn and insists that his "good opinion once lost is lost forever"). In the book, Darcy's pride has several characteristics (belief in the correctness of his opinions, belief in his social superiority, bad treatment of others he thinks is beneath him). I don't like how the film simplified his pride into imperialism/ethnocentrism, which he lets go of pretty quickly. Plus his "rudeness" can easily be perceived as discomfort in a new cultural environment because he hasn't been exposed to Indian culture, whereas in the book it seems to be intentional (and Darcy acknowledges to Elizabeth that he was taught to treat others beyond his own social circle meanly). Overall I had rather too much sympathy for him because he's too easy to read; he's experiencing a lot of culture shocks which he isn't prepared for, and his imperialistic beliefs (which come from his mother) don't help. One of the reasons book Darcy is interesting is because he's mysterious; his emotions remain hidden and the only sign of his growing love for Elizabeth is his staring at her. This Darcy is just a typical white American boy who is in love with a woman far superior to him in terms of intellect and cultural awareness.

Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab. Mr. Collins is one of my favorite cringe characters ever and never fails to disappoint. In this movie, he's an accountant who lives in the Beverly Hills area in Southern California and is very arrogant because he thinks he's a big shot living close to celebrities in a one-of-a-kind colonial home (when in actuality he lives in a cookie-cutter house in a suburb). He peppers his speech with Western slang to show off how "American" (and thus wealthy) he is, yet still clings to outmoded beliefs that women should be submissive housewives. He represents the very worst of Western culture in that he's materialistic and looks down on Indian culture as beneath him. In his quest for riches he has lost his Indian identity and become greedy.

Notable Scenes:

The first dance. Balraj is happy to have fun and show off his awesome dancing skills. Darcy, meanwhile, observes that the mothers are eyeing Balraj for the marriage market and is worried that his friend may be trapped by gold-diggers. He's clearly uncomfortable and out of his element here, so Kiran helps translate the songs for him. It's interesting seeing Kiran as a translator here because it would explain why she's one of the few people Darcy hangs out with; she's a cultural intermediary here to help him acclimate to a strange new environment.

Darcy snubs Lalita. This part in the book where Darcy insults Elizabeth by proclaiming her "tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me" is significant in forming Elizabeth's hatred of Darcy. Not only is he impolite in refusing to dance with Elizabeth, he also shames her by criticizing her looks. In the movie, Darcy excuses himself from dancing with Lalita by saying that he's busy preparing for a conference (in this version, he's a rich businessman who operates luxury hotels). I wish they had kept the original insult in because without it, Lalita's dislike of Darcy has less merit. While it was impolite of him to not dance, he did use a proper excuse and didn't insult Lalita, so unlike in the book, it doesn't make sense why she would hate him so intensely after that one meeting.

A Marriage Has Come to Town song. In this song-and-dance number, Lalita and Jaya are preparing for the wedding to Balraj. The whole town is excited for the wedding and Lalita wonders if life for a woman is all about getting married to be a mere wife: "It seems they had nothing in their lives before today / and why are they so happy to give a daughter away."

Darcy and Lalita conversation #1: Lalita points out most Amritsar residents can't afford to stay at Darcy's luxury hotels; Darcy says standards are necessary, justifying the high price. Darcy says he finds arranged marriages strange and "backwards," hinting at an affinity with Lalita as they are both "romantics." Lalita, still thinking that Darcy is attempting to insult Indian culture, says that arranged marriages have evolved and may not be so evil as he thinks it is.

Lalita and Darcy "accomplished woman" scene. So they have the part from the book where they have Darcy's unrealistic list of the characteristics of his perfect woman and then it becomes a culture clash. Lalita says Darcy's whole hotel business is imperialism (the tourists visit without appreciating Indian culture and the jobs created only benefit the well-off). Darcy replies: "But I'm not British" ("American exceptionalism" is just another form of imperialism).

Dinner with Kohli Saab. I love watching all the "Dinner with Mr. Collins" scenes from all Pride and Prejudice adaptations because it reveals Collins' great arrogance in assuming himself to be of greater importance than he is, as well as his bad manners. This movie does not disappoint; Kohli Saab literally eats with his fingers, shoving rice into his mouth while talking at the same time. Meanwhile, he spews out misogynistic views of women, stating that he came to India to find a "traditional" wife who will serve and obey him; after all, there is "no life without wife." He notes that the Indian-American girls have "a conceited sort of independence" (not what he actually said in the movie, this is a quote from the book which really fits here) and that some of the Indian-American girls "have turned into the lesbian." Lalita later recalls that watching Kohli Saab eat is like observing "a Jackson Pollock painting."

"No Life Without Wife" song. An accurate reading of Kholi Saab: he's "crude and loud" and came to find a wife by flashing his "green card, new house, and big cash." The song reveals what a hypocrite he is; he's lonely and pathetic because there is "no life without wife" yet he won't respect his wife as his equal. I love the "Kohliwood" fantasy sequence where Lalita pictures herself unhappily serving Kohli as a submissive wife. After the song ends Lalita imagines herself marrying Wickham in the English countryside before it turns out Darcy is the groom; she runs away from him.

The Cobra dance. Maya shows off her dancing skills in an awkward dance. Kholi criticizes Indians for being "unsophisticated" (what an arrogant person) while Darcy, in a change of heart, praises how highly they value family.

Kholi's proposal. I love how he tries to train himself to power walk because it's trendy and before proposing stretches himself clumsily, knocking over a pot (he definitely isn't husband material). Lalita mocks Kholi's obsession with physical health, pointing out that many people are physically healthy but don't exercise their minds.

Visiting Kiran. Kiran is arrogant and takes the Bakshis over to her fancy apartment where the mother tries and fails to show some cultural knowledge. I find it interesting that the movie made Lalita and Kiran foils of each other. They are both intelligent women who are "multicultural" in that they can navigate both Indian and Western culture, but they use their cultural knowledge in different ways. Kiran uses it to belittle others and demonstrate her own superiority, while Lalita uses it as a means of gaining respect for herself and others.

Darcy ends up on the same airplane flight as Lalita. This is a cute scene where he gives the first class seat to Mrs. Bakshi just so he can sit with Lalita in economy class (he's totally in love with her!).

Kohli Saab's epic house tour. Love how he pays great attention to the jet tubs and the closets.

Meeting Darcy's mom. She's totally ethnocentric and possibly racist. The first thing she asks Lalita is "tell me about India" and she expresses her disappointment at Darcy's decision (because of Lalita, it's so obvious he's in love) not to buy the hotel in India because "everybody has their hand on India these days" (brings to mind spheres of influence/colonialism since the mother sees India as a place to make a profit). Then the mother reveals that she really isn't interested in India and only knows about its stereotypes: "well, with yoga, and spices, and...wonderful Eastern things here there's no point in traveling there anymore." Meanwhile Lalita retorts that "people haven't stopped going to Italy because Pizza Hut's around the corner."

The first proposal. Darcy's conflicted feelings for Lalita are effectively summed up (perhaps better than in the book, where he begins well but ends with a long account of the inferiority of Elizabeth's connections): "he loves her in spite of the fact that he tried to forget about her, he still wants to marry her in spite of the fact that his family (specifically his mom) will disapprove." Unfortunately, the emphasis on the social inferiority of Lalita's family is left out; Darcy doesn't say anything else until Lalita claims that he thinks her family is inferior and blames him for separating Jaya and Balraj. I don't like this because it seems like the separation of Jaya and Balraj was the only reason Elizabeth rejected Darcy. Also Elizabeth's admission that she did try to overlook her prejudice of Darcy doesn't make sense, because only after the first proposal does she do so.

Plot Changes. The major plot points are all included but the "order of events" has changed:

Lalita and Darcy become friends and she meets his family before his disastrous first proposal. There's a montage where they are traveling alone together, visiting the Grand Canyon and sharing a moment on the beach. I don't like this change because Darcy's separating Jane and Bingley wasn't the only reason Elizabeth rejected him, it was because she hated him (arrogant, proud, doesn't treat others nicely). By showing early on that Darcy is a good person, Lalita's prejudice against Darcy makes less sense because she now has a glimpse of Darcy's true character which in the book doesn't happen until the Pemberley visit.

Their early friendship disrupts Darcy's character journey because it reduces the significance of the first proposal to his character development. In the book, he doesn't start to reform himself until Elizabeth tells him that he needs to behave in a "more gentleman-like manner."

The first proposal is the consequence of all the miscommunication and false perceptions affecting Elizabeth and Darcy, and it motivates both characters to change. Elizabeth rightly scolds Darcy for being inconsiderate; he did the proposal for the selfish reason of purging his feelings so that he wouldn't have to suffer anymore and assumed that she would say yes. Elizabeth rejects him because of his rude manners and lack of consideration, and his defensiveness (where he portrays himself as the victim of feelings and implies he's such a good boy for wanting to marry her in spite of her horrid family) doesn't help. After realizing the extent to which Elizabeth hates him, Darcy writes The Letter to set things right, and Elizabeth realizes that she is not the best judge of character. Thus, giving us a fuller picture of Darcy's character and letting him charm Lalita before the first proposal reduces the significance of the event to the plot and character development.

Wickham and Lakhi have a connection early on, making Lakhi's attempted elopement inevitable. Right after the failed first proposal, Lakhi runs off with Wickham and Lalita and Darcy find out about it at the same time that Darcy comes to apologize and tell Lalita that Wickham is bad. I love that Wickham was punished really badly; after Darcy fights him, he gets slapped twice, once by Lalita and the second time by Lakhi. Even better is that Lakhi doesn't end up with Wickham.

Themes

The film uses the culture clash between India (Eastern) and Western cultures to examine what makes a good marriage.

Indian culture as presented by the film is more collectivist ("we" over "I"). It also promotes traditional gender roles, with women expected to be "meek and submissive" wives. In contrast, Western culture in the film is more individualistic and aspirational (careers and love are possible). But at its worst it condones exploitation of others for profit and cultural intolerance.

In the book, there are different kinds of "culture clashes:" traditional nobility versus new money (the Bingleys made their fortune in trade and Caroline is hoping to be an accomplished woman to make up for this), country versus city (Darcy offending Mrs. Bennet by claiming that the society is "confined and unvarying") and arranged versus romantic marriages.

The misunderstandings that propel the story (Darcy's dismissing of Elizabeth as "tolerable," him falling in love with her even though she still hates him, her belief in the legitimacy of "first impressions") are emphasized through the culture clash. Many of the conflicts in the film are a result of cultural stereotypes and conflicting beliefs.

Interestingly the film doesn't resolve the question it raises of how best to appreciate India and its culture. Lalita raises a lot of points about not oversimplifying Indian culture to a few stereotypes, but one could argue that India as represented by the film might be stereotypical. With the exception of the resort scenes and Goa beaches (which are tourist traps according to the film), the scenes in India heavily emphasize the "developing country" aspects of India with lots of pastoral scenes (cows crossing the road unharmed, farmland, dirt, shacks, dirty motorcycles fighting each other in traffic). Plus the "culture" as represented by the film's dance sequences seems to be the dominant Hindu culture with lots of elephants and saris and curry. Yes, I know this film is a romantic comedy, but the assertion that India is a complex, diverse country is contradicted by what we are presented. Presenting the rustic aspects of India would explain why the characters want to get out of India and go to the richer Western nations, but it harms the premise of the story that we shouldn't judge based on first impressions because the India scenes seem to confirm a Westerner's stereotypes of India (exotic people living in a primitive land).

Changing views on marriage: In the film, as in the book, we are presented with traditional and modern views on what makes a good marriage. Mr. Collins' marriage represents the traditional view in which marriage is a practical "economic proposition," much like a business deal where the marriage is made for the securing of material wealth and happiness comes last. Lady Catherine and other members of the aristocracy view marriage as a means of producing heirs (and bringing large amounts of money through dowries) to keep the property (source of power and wealth) in the family. The modern view of marriage is a partnership of equals who love and respect each other; happiness rather than material wealth/power is the priority. It threatens the power of the traditional nobles as it provides the potential for social climbing. Finally, it becomes another part of the culture clash, as it also ties in with the Western value of individualism, putting it at odds with the more collectivist Indian culture as presented by the film.

Elizabeth and Darcy in the book and in the film are united by their belief in a marriage based on love (the modern view). In the film, Darcy says he wants to look forward to starting each day with his wife, while Lalita says she wants a man who is a romantic and respects her for her mind. For instance, Elizabeth states that "only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony" and that Jane and Bingley should have some time to get to know each other before being rushed into marriage. To Elizabeth, mutual love and respect are essential for a marriage to succeed.

As for book Darcy, when Caroline catches him admiring Elizabeth and asks if he will marry her right away, he jokingly rebuffs her for making that assumption: "A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy." Significantly, he mentions love needing to come before marriage, hinting that he shares the same belief about respect (admiration) and love being necessary for a good marriage. In fact, a big reason he separated Jane from Bingley was because he feared that Jane did not love Bingley in return. In short, love in marriage is just as important to Darcy as it is to Elizabeth.

Conclusion:

Bride and Prejudice, as shown by the title, focuses heavily on the theme of marriage and uses the culture clash between India and the West to emphasize the importance of first impressions in our treatment of others.

Even if you aren't into Pride and Prejudice, the movie is worth watching for the Bollywood dance sequences. I also liked the songs because they effectively developed the marriage theme.

The characters are mostly true to the book, except for Darcy, who isn't proud enough and is quick to reform his character.

Last but not least, the real villains of the story were imperialism and ethnocentrism.

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Whispers beneath the stars

Chapter 16

April 1999, Amritsar

The streetlights outside flickered on as the sun finally surrendered to dusk, casting long shadows over the narrow lanes of Amritsar. Arnav had spent the better part of the day in a whirlwind of obligations—family, his growing concerns about his father’s deployment, and the endless chaos his sisters caused at home. There was a hum of unease in the city as the tensions near the LOC continued to bubble just under the surface. But amid all the uncertainty, there was one constant in his day that he looked forward to—his time with her. His Breeze.

With a sigh, he pushed open the creaky door of the old cyber café. The place was half-empty, as usual, a few regulars hunched over their keyboards, typing away, lost in their own worlds. He made his way to his usual spot, the far corner near the window, where the old wooden chair waited for him like a loyal companion.

Arnav settled into the chair, his fingers absentmindedly clicking the mouse as he logged into ICQ. There was an electric tension in his chest—like the spark of anticipation just before meeting someone you care about, even if it was only through words on a screen.

Skybound: Survived another day. Barely.

A slight smile tugged at his lips as he hit 'send.' He leaned back, his eyes flicking to the door of the café and then back to the screen, waiting for her reply. His sisters had been relentless today, bickering over something ridiculous. What was it again? The last scoop of ice cream, maybe. It didn’t matter. All he needed was this—this small moment with her, where the chaos of his day faded into the background.

OceanBreeze: Oh no, do I need to send a rescue team?

Her reply blinked onto the screen, and for a moment, the corners of his world softened. He could almost picture her smirking on the other side, wherever she was.

Skybound: It’s too late for that. The damage is done. My sisters have officially taken over. I’ve lost all rights to the TV, the living room, and perhaps my grip on reality.

Outside, a slight breeze drifted in, carrying with it the faint sounds of evening prayers. The tension still lingered in his shoulders, but her presence—her words—had a way of soothing it.

OceanBreeze: Wow, sounds serious. Do they at least leave you the remote once in a while?

Skybound: The remote? I’m not even allowed to touch the popcorn. I’m reduced to the role of servant, fetching jalebis and listening to them debate about... everything.

OceanBreeze: Debate about what? Or should I be scared to ask?

He grinned as he read her reply, adjusting his chair slightly as the familiar creak of the café’s door echoed behind him. His fingers paused over the keyboard for a moment, his eyes tracing the flickering light of the old ceiling fan before he started typing again.

Skybound: You should definitely be scared. Today, they were arguing about... Salman Khan. Again.

Arnav couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself, shaking his head. The obsession his sisters had with this particular Bollywood heartthrob was beyond him, but it had become a running joke in his conversations with OceanBreeze.

OceanBreeze: Ahh, the great Salman Khan debate. I knew it was coming. What’s the verdict this time—shirtless charm or dramatic poses?

Arnav's fingers hovered over the keys. He tapped the side of his mouse absentmindedly. What was it about her that made him feel this pull? 

Skybound: A little of both, I think. They’ve rewatched Pyaar Kiya Toh Darna Kya more times than I can count, and now, they’re planning elaborate imaginary weddings. I’m trapped. TRAPPED.

OceanBreeze: Trapped by the irresistible charm of Salman, hmm? Admit it, Skybound, you’re secretly in awe of his moves. 

Arnav leaned back in his chair, sighing. It was incredible how easily she could pull him out of his own head, even when he was drowning in real-world concerns. The tension, the worry, all of it melted away for a few moments in her playful words.

Skybound: I’m in awe of my survival instincts, Kishmish. That’s the only thing keeping me alive. While they swoon over his shirtless stunts, I’m just trying to keep my sanity intact.

OceanBreeze: Is it really that bad? Come on, maybe Salman has some... appeal. He’s, you know, charming, practically a national treasure by now, like the human version of O O Jaane Jaana on repeat. You might resist, but even your survival instincts can’t outlast that appeal. . 

Skybound: Charming? Really? I thought you had better taste than that, Kishmish. Don’t tell me you’re falling for his “Dosti mein no sorry, no thank you” line!

OceanBreeze: Oh, please. I never said I was falling for it... but can you imagine? The muscles, the hair, the earnest “friendship” promises. Sigh. I think I’m swooning.

Arnav could practically hear her teasing tone in the words. His chest felt lighter, a small laugh bubbling up as he shook his head.

Skybound: Great. First my sisters, now you? I’ve lost all hope. I thought we had something more... sophisticated going on here.

OceanBreeze: Sophisticated? Hmm, let me think... Is sophisticated being jealous of a handsome Bollywood star?

Arnav’s fingers paused over the keyboard for a moment, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She always knew exactly how to get to him, and he loved her for it.

Skybound: Handsome? Please. I may not have the biceps, but I have... let’s call it subtle charm. Very subtle. 

OceanBreeze: Ah, the elusive subtle charm. I see now. The kind of charm that only emerges after three sisters drive you to the brink of madness?

Skybound: Precisely. It's all in the quiet, intellectual suffering that defines my charm. And you’re absolutely right—I've spent the entire day enduring their endless fantasies of wedded bliss with him.

Arnav sighed. His sisters' voices were still ringing in his ears, their laughter echoing through the walls. It was ridiculous, but somehow, it was moments like these—when the world outside was heavy and uncertain—that brought a strange kind of comfort. They were young, full of dreams, blissfully unaware of the tension outside.

OceanBreeze: And none of them have asked you for advice? Or... you know... approval? After all, their brother should have a say.

Skybound: Approval? My entire existence has been reduced to playing referee in their endless debates.

He scratched the back of his neck, the memory of his sisters flashing through his mind. God, how did he end up in these situations? But despite it all, he realized, this—talking to her—was what grounded him. Made him forget the rest.

OceanBreeze: Poor thing. And there I was, thinking you’d be the type to break into Salman-style dance moves and win their hearts. Maybe twirl a jacket over your head like in “Maine Pyar Kiya”...

Skybound: If I so much as attempted that, I think I’d end up breaking something—like my dignity. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, imagining himself flailing around in an attempt to mimic Salman’s moves. That was not happening. Ever.

OceanBreeze: Aww, but I’d pay good money to see you try. Picture it: the man who defied Salman Khan in his own home. 

Skybound: You’re cruel. Here I am, surrounded by Khan-obsessed teenagers, trying to stay sane, and you’re just adding to my misery.

OceanBreeze: Come on, I bet you’d look adorable twirling a jacket. 

There it was again—that effortless way she teased him, always dancing between playful and affectionate. It was moments like these that made him wonder if she felt the same strange, unspoken connection that tugged at him whenever they talked.

Skybound: Adorable? Now that’s wishful thinking, Kishmish. I'd probably stumble over thin air trying to pull that off.

He could feel the warmth behind the screen as he typed her nickname, a small smile creeping up on his lips. His fingers paused for a second, as he traced the faded letters on the worn keyboard, his thoughts drifting to their earlier chats. The way she always found the right balance between teasing and... something deeper. He had never called her by her real name, of course. They had never even spoken outside of ICQ. But still, the connection felt real. Almost too real.

OceanBreeze: Don’t sell yourself short. I think you'd pull it off—jacket twirl and all. But fine, I’ll spare you the embarrassment... for now.

Skybound: Thank you for your mercy. I don’t think I could handle a public humiliation. 

OceanBreeze: I don’t know... public humiliation might just be the price you pay for dodging those wedding debates.

Arnav chuckled softly, his eyes flicking to the café’s clock for a brief moment. Time always seemed to slip away faster when they talked. 

Skybound: Maybe public humiliation is better than watching another Salman movie.

OceanBreeze: So, are you saying you’re not going to take me to see the next Salman movie when it comes out? I was hoping you’d surprise me with tickets...

The tension of the day slipped further away with each exchange. She had a way of making him feel like everything would be okay, even when he couldn���t say the words out loud.

Skybound: Spare me the Salman overload, OceanBreeze, I’m barely hanging on! But for you... I’d endure it all. Just don’t hold your breath for a ‘Dil Deewana’ serenade.

OceanBreeze: Hmm... a shame. I would’ve loved to see you in action.

He smiled, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, the tension in his chest easing as their conversation flowed. Her words, her humor—it was all like a quiet salve to the unease he carried.

Skybound: You’re enjoying this far too much, aren’t you?

OceanBreeze: Maybe. But you love it. Don’t pretend otherwise. Besides, someone needs to keep you grounded while your sisters try to drag you into their Bollywood fantasies.

He paused, fingers hovering over the keys. Did he love it? Yes. More than he cared to admit, even to himself.

Skybound: You’ve got me there, Kishmish. I do love it. If it weren’t for you, I’d have lost all hope of normalcy by now.

OceanBreeze: Exactly. So, once your sisters are done swooning over romance movies, you can tell them about our epic love story. . I’m sure they’ll appreciate the romance of... ICQ.

Arnav leaned back, his eyes flicking over the quiet café, and for a moment, the world outside—his worries, his fears—felt distant. All that mattered was this conversation, this connection.

Skybound: Epic love story? We’re writing it as we speak, Kishmish. And for the record, I think our story beats any bollywood movie.

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Evasion

A Manmarziyaan Fanfiction.

Four times Vicky managed to evade Rumi's family and one time he didn't. 

I.

The first time was when they had just started seeing each other. She’d been able to sneak him in through the front door early in the morning without waking anyone, which was an accomplishment in itself considering her Chachi was a light sleeper.

They hadn't wasted time in getting down to business as soon as they had gotten to the terrace, managing somehow to clamber onto Daji’s ancient cot amidst their fervent kisses. They almost didn’t hear it above Rumi’s giggles—The clang of brass against brass. They had jumped apart as though electrocuted, looking towards the general direction of the stairs from which they could hear Chachi muttering about spilled water.

A second later both of them jumped into action, looking for discarded clothes and haphazardly putting them on. Rumi was staring anxiously towards the stairs again—there was no way she’d be able to sneak him out if chachi was awake. They could hear her coming up towards them now. It was in that moment precisely that Vicky began appreciating just how close the buildings in Amritsar were. 

Within a blink of an eye he had taken off towards their water tank and was jumping towards their neighbouring building as Rumi stared with wide eyes, certain he was going to fall to his death. Miraculously, he didn't. And miraculously, Chachi chose that moment to appear on the scene. Rumi's eyes were still wide, and her hair was mussed, and she was going to have to answer a few questions, but she just hoped Vicky had had sense enough to not leave any marks, because otherwise, it had been a narrow escape and they'd both surfaced unhurt.

II.

The second time was when Chachiji, Chachaji and Kiran were all going to the other end of Amritsar to visit Chachiji’s brother. The only occupants of the house that night were to be Daji—who went into a deep sleep easily enough—and Rumi herself. 

This time, they were caught. By Kiran. Their car had broken down halfway and it had gotten late, so they had decided to come back home tired and unmotivated, and it was in that tired and unmotivated state that Kiran had found Vicky and Rumi in varying states of undress, and if she hadn't been so tired and shocked and embarrassed, she probably would’ve screamed. Instead, she just left the room very quickly. 

The two could only stare at the halfway ajar door for the longest moment. Then Vicky got off Rumi with lightning speed, and started pulling on his clothes and passing Rumi hers. That night, Vicky realized that the distance between Rumi’s balcony and the other house was very jumpable. Until after Kiran came back in, on the prodding of her mother, Rumi was wondering if this was it. She’d probably be married off to some idiot now. It was a life well lived, though.

Kiran only stared at Rumi for the longest time before Rumi asked her the question that had been bothering her for all this while.

 “Did you tell Chachi anything?” 

That night, Rumi gained a negative reply, and an allie. 

III.

The third time round was better, if something like that could ever be, because Rumi and Vicky were both very much dressed this time and doing things that could be considered innocent. After all, to any onlooker, walking together through a field would be considered quite platonic, even if Rumi’s hair was wilder than usual and both of their clothes looked as if they’d been rolling a stack of hay.

To be fair, it really wasn't Rumi’s idea to stray from their routine but she had to agree it did take suspicion off of her bedroom. Needless to say she was more than a little surprised when Chachiji confronted her about it. Rumi’s bewilderment at her statement was genuine—mostly because she had been wondering why on Earth Chachiji had decided to go towards the fields anyway when she was allergic to the smell of the hay—and that was probably why Chachiji had readily believed her intelligent reply of, 

“What?” 

“Nothing, it was just the next door neighbour spreading rumors again.” 

Chachiji then left to attend to her dal on the stove, and was hence unable to hear Rumi heave a sigh of relief and mutter under her breath how Mr. Next door needed to get a job.

IV.

They should admittedly have been more careful by the fourth time round, because by then gossip had really begun, and it was starting to trickle into Rumi’s household too. She was mostly successful in shutting people up by glaring daggers at them—which she was admittedly pretty good at—but she wasn't always around to see who was badmouthing her, unfortunately. So by the fourth time round, she had already had a very uncomfortable conversation with Chachiji, in which she had earnestly denied any interest in boys, let alone boys with electric blue highlights who claimed to be DJs.

Rumi wasn’t a great liar, or even a particularly okay one, but Kiran was even worse, and so she wondered for a while if it was her own interrogation or her sister’s that had given away the fact that something fishy went on in her bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Maybe if she were better at people-reading she would’ve realized that Chachi wasn’t really convinced at all, and would’ve foreseen her wanting to get inside her room the next morning. Her banging on the door had taken Rumi by surprise, and it had taken her a minute to realize what was going on. The next part had become a ritual, unfortunately, of putting on clothes at lightning speed and of wiping away sweat and thinking up good excuses for whatever situation they were in, and Vicky was out of her threshold in record time. 

Chachiji was decidedly unconvinced when Rumi told her that she had been practicing her dance, and Rumi and Kiran both looked on with bated breath as Chachiji peered inside the room suspiciously. She relented finally, and went downstairs after giving Rumi a curious look as both sisters looked at her retreating figure silently, not looking at each other. 

“You need to find a better place,” said Kiran after a full minute, and went back to the book she was reading. Rumi grimaced.

V.

The fifth time was also the first time they were caught. Rumi wasn't expecting it, because this was an entire month after the last time, and there really hadn’t been any mention of whatever talk the birds were carrying these days. Rumi had taken Kiran’s advice and their most recent escapades hadn’t taken place in her bedroom, so she should really have been in the clear this time round, even if Daji was sitting right outside. 

The banging on the door had shaken them both out of their reverie, and thrown Rumi into a state of panic because this was the one time she had been mostly certain they were okay. Vicky, however, jumped off the bed and began to look for his discarded T-Shirt within a moment and put it on as quickly as he could while the noise outside increased. Rumi could vaguely hear Kiran exclaiming,

“but what are you going to do?”,

and Daji calling to her from over her Chachi’s count of “1… 2… 3!” just as Vicky was about to jump off.

She hadn’t thought they would actually break into her room, and neither had Vicky, who was now in Chachi’s clutches. She looked briefly at the group assembled in her bedroom, and looked down abashedly when she saw the disappointment in Daji’s eyes. 

“Put your shirt on straight,” he said, and Rumi looked down on her own kurti, which was worn the way it was supposed to be, and then at Vicky, who had apparently put on his T-Shirt inside-out in his haste. She gnawed at her lip as the radio chose that exact moment to play an advert for a matrimonial service. She looked up again as Vicky went,

“Uh… I’ll get going now,”

and making for the balcony instead of the door—at which Daji called him out again—and saw Chachaji standing outside looking confused. Rumi sighed. Perfect. Just perfect.

~Finite~