Story of likeness and trust! Chapter-2

Story series continues.

In about a month's time, every morning at 8 (I.S.T),  expect a new story from Artist Address. 
This story being published here, is the second chapter of a long narrative story written in April 2013. 
Your views shall be appreciated. Keep following Artist Address, and if you want to share your art work here, then feel free to communicate your ideas, by writing to Artist Address at, (modernite25@gmail.com).
Chapter-1 can be read at www.gagansvaid.blogspot.in
The journey continues.



 II

Soon we reached our destination. We searched for the hotel that was booked for all the guests. As we reached the hotel, the two of us took the keys of our respective rooms. Many old acquaintances, exchanged greetings with us and we were happy to witness this beautiful ceremony in a place that was new to us. 

 Devika  appeared busy with her girl friends during the Mehndi, and I matched my sleeves with the boys. In the mehndi ceremony there was less to do for boys than for the groom himself. Whereas we were happy dancing and consuming drinks and the hot stuffed food. In the cool breeze the hot food was heaven to the taste buds. Well, we were there to enjoy and we did that without any alteration to this very lively feeling.

 The same evening the sangeet-ceremony invited a lot of reminiscence as the old songs once again rang the tunes of romantic breeze. Many old men and women agreed, "Bhai, aaj toh samah baand diya aap sab bachcho ne"; where I saw Devika once again. She was flattered as she sung her heart open. For a moment I felt as if those dreams she saw, made her appear so perfect and rhythmic that thinking about her made me cherish the very fact that I had known her personally. She looked as beautiful as a fairy from the fairy tales that I had seen whence a child. Well, boys do believe in fairies when they are children, the difference exists when they grow up and understand the society.

 Through all the ceremonies of the day, I was deeply touched by Devika's mannerism and style. She had carried herself so magnificently, and had become apple of everyone's eyes. 
To be continued..
Next in-- 
(Chapter- 3) At,
Time: 8:00 A.M. 
Date: 13/12/2014

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