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A bus ticket..

Sira had left her home catching afternoon bus to go to her grandparents house.. a village nestled in the eastern coast lines hills.. from the edge sea roared pleasantly always.. she remembered looking at.. as her grandfather took her to beachfront.. always deserted.. normally.. the small walk from her grandfather's house to coast was covered by large trees and coconut.. the lush coastline plants and flora of different variety.. the smell of salt and chlorophyll clinging to air.. this winter she had turned to 19.. she was going to Selvasa to meet a groom her aunt suggested for marriage.. and about her grandfather was very excited.. as he cheered loudly in phone.. trying to convince her..

Fidor: Sira .. my daughter.. this is a unique man .. i am sure you will like and be happy with..

Sira: yes grandpa.. i will be there by evening.. tomorrow ..

Fidor: yes.. cu soon..

Sira: bye..

She hungup..

Her mother left her to station.. all the way trying to confirm that she didn't mind meeting an unknown person.. and that surely aunt keri had suggested a prospective groom for her..

Sira boarded .. " bye mother.. "

"Bye.. " her mother smiled happily..

The bus was large two by two arranging 70 passengers.. she marvelled at the soft cushion better then theatre.. noticing new modifications added to state transport equpping a noisy metallic frame in to a luxurious automobile.. same way with trains and.. well the roads also shone new.. black..

She had secured a window seat as always.. and tried to be enthusiastic about an idea of marriage and meeting a groom.. she felt better about the eventual turn though it will bring a much desired change and freedom..

The scenery passed away in an array of.. warm colours .. of autumn .. the wind was cool.. though the seat before her had open window.. slight breeze blew across.. as two hours road was going to.. soon she will reach..

She fell asleep and woke up .. previous station from her grandfather's town..

The bus arrived around 4:30 evening.. her grandfather had come station to pick her up.. he looked happy.. cheerful.. he lived alone.. in the big house.. after her grandmother passed away a couple of years back.. Sira hugged him..

Sira: hi.. grandpa..

Fidor hugged her tightly.. his eyes shone in afternoon sun with the sparkle of delight at the thought of finding her an appropriate person..

Fidor: Sira darling.. you are going to like Harish..

Sira: yes.. grandpa.. let's see if he does like me as well..

Fidor: offcourse he will.. he has seen your photo and asked to meet you..

Sira: cool..

Fidor.: the best thing is you will be nearby.. he lives nearby.. my house..

Sira: i see..

Once home.. she directly went in to her special room upstairs..

Fidor: rest .. i will wake you up for dinner..

Sira: no .. just a little while.. i will cook..

Fidor: very well..

Her room faced roaring sea and the woods on coastline.. ahead a slope of the hill this house was set atop.. the view always mesmerized her..

She fell asleep easily.. resting in a bed nearby door to open terrace.. woke up by the bell her grandfather rang ..

Fidor spoke from downstairs..

"Sira.. Harish has come to meet you.. "

She went downstairs after quick refreshing ..

Fidor: Harish this is my daughter.. Sira..

She recognised him .. five years her senior from junior school.. she had been in seventh standard when he passed from school.. during two years she spent here with her grandparents while her father's posting outstates..

Harish smiled most enchanting smile.. she got caught up in immediately..


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