Romance The End of Restless Sleep- By Pinuram

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I yelled at her, “Come on, Titli drop this. I will give you her contact number and you can

contact them. Just one request don’t drag me.” I tried to divert the course of our
conversation and asked her, “Ok, how about my rascal brother-in-law, Arunavo?”
She laughed, “He got admitted to chemistry honours in St. Xavier’s. Dad wanted an
engineer, he did not fair well in IIT’s and JEE so dad was not happy. Tension prevailed in

the house for few weeks. Currently everything is going fine.”
I exhaled, “High hopes, dear. Sometimes I think that when I will go in front of him then
what would be his reaction.”
She giggled and hugged me tightly, “Uff.... I can visualise that from now. My mom is
quietly standing at one corner, as she has nothing much to say. I am locked in my room.
You are standing in front of my father with your pleas and he is there in front of you
with his manes blown. He will kill you Adi, I am sure.”

I laughed at her, “So even after knowing all these you are still on my pillion?”
She hugged me with all her strength and whispered, “Adi, life is not physics and
mathematics. You calculate everything, yet at the end of the day, all the subtraction and
addition you have done for your life, goes wrong.”

I laughed at her, “Same with me, darling and that’s the reason I love you so much.”
She understood the reason, hugged me from behind and said, “Don’t worry Adi. I will
take you to hills. Obviously you are going to pay the bills.” she laughed out heartily and
all my pains were blown away.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked her, as I knew that all hills would be same for me as
that would the first time. When I was very young, I remember my parents took me to
Darjeeling, which is a very foggy memory in my brain.

She said to me in a pleading voice, “My maternal uncle is HOD of neurology in PGI
Chandigarh so every time we visit them we land up some place in Himachal. I will not
going to Himachal for our honeymoon. This is the fourth time my parents are taking us
to Manali.” Suddenly her voice turned gloomy, “I won’t be able to meet with you for the
whole summer vacation.” She held me tightly in her arms.

I assured her, “So what, your house is only fifteen minutes from mine. Anyway we will
be in touch on the phone and I will think of something to meet.”
She requested me to buy her ice-cream. I obliged and stopped by a shop before her
house. She entered the shop and I walked behind her.