What if FACEBOOK had voice..

  ‘OH ! FACEBOOK HAS GOT VOICE FOR A DAY’
The Myths and types of ppl ‘facebook’ meets in its daily life. 

In another way wat i feel about  Facebook’s  feelings ! Ok…lets not complicate it. In short if Facebook is given voice for a day, then it will speak  :
1) Yes.. i do come across such people  who keep seeing Me 24Γ—7 but never drop a single  like in their friend’s post in d insecurity of losing  d ego or in d fear of telling  d world that they r not busy enough in their  profession !
2) Then comes the people who keep liking every single post they come across in a hope to get atleast 10 return likes in their post !
3) Now the ppl whose parents blame me the most for all the reasons best known to them. Infact if the rain doesn’t stop…i am blamed for it ! 
4) Then comes the lazy group who r pathetically  lazy to even move their thumb to touch d like button  !
5)The ppl who posts 10 selfies in every angle in a single post .
6) The ppl who takes 100 selfies and take two days to edit a single one and then forget to post it !
7)The ppl who take pics of their friend’s food n  desserts and post it in their wall as if they r cherishing them !
8)The ppl who posts only religious and communal posts .
9)The girl who gets 700 likes and the guy who gets 7 likes . The later is happy but the former is drastically upset coz her friend has got 701 likes !
10) A doctor gets fear to be active on f.book in a fear of what ppl wil think abt him ! The society may not respect  him coz he is an active person in social media !? So he restrains himself and his desires to be on f.book.
11)And yes the same doctor is branded as a less reputed doctor who has plenty of time and less number of patients which makes him use f.book often !
12) Then comes  all the employees  who like their boss’s post along with two verbal scoldings for free.
13)Oh no ! Now the uncles and aunties who keep giving their embarrassing comments  irrespective of everyone’s  ignored behaviour for them.
14)Now the ppl who has promised to give comments only in picture formats !
15)Now the ppl who don’t  share their friend’s post for self esteem but go the original site to share the same post !
16)Now the innocent  ppl who gets trolled  for wat ever they post in their life 
17)Now the ppl who post, only their check inn areas !
18) And now comes the generous ppl who honestly  like the posts what  they genuinely  like. And they give a damn to the world  for what the society will think of them ! They do in f.book wat ever they feel like to do, caring  least for the rest. They care nil for the talking mouths .They r confident enough to carry themselves.  And yes….they r my favourites😊
19) And now as i know…Half of my members r thinking  in their mind that the writer has given an indirect hint that he belongs to the category18 
or and the rest half r strongly thinking that they themselves belong to category18 !πŸ€”πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

My crazzzzzy fans 😎

                 – Urs Facebook.

(Written by : Dr. Rajkumar Patra                                                29/june/17.

A true incident in my OPD..

—A true incident in my OPD today—
Today 10.30 A.M. 

I was busy seeing my patients in opd. Heavy rush outside my room. Children’s cry..Rich patient’s dominant voices.. Poor  ppl’s hopeful gazes..Blind’s prayers.. Operated blind patient’s selfless blessings.. Suspicious patient’s doubtful queries.. Early arriver’s demands to enter first. ..and many such glimpses were shown to me for a fraction by the door everytime it used to open and allow a patient inside !
A 63 year old patient came in. An old man. Clean White shirt tucked inside the ironed  black pant. A supporting stick in hand. White hairs. Small gaits. A pen in pocket. 
His smiling voice said,β€œ Good morning doctor ”. He was talking in english. 

I made him sit on the slitlamp chair and greeted him back, β€œ Good morning tata(grand pa) .”
Panicked by the rush of patients outside I jumped to the history,β€œ Tata . Tel me what’s your eye problems ? How can i help you. ”
He paused for a while and replied, β€œ Doctor . I need a pair of spectacles immediately today. Am unable to see anything clearly.”
Being a bit annoyed by his demand i replied, β€œ Tata ! I can only advise glasses after examining your eyes. If your eyes are suitable and fit for glasses… then only i can prescribe .”
He said,β€œ No doctor ! You have to write me spectacles  whatever it is . Please doctor. You have to give me glasses.”
Again his irritating and irrational demad made me taunt Him in my mind,β€œ  These days everyone is a doctor by themselves. They wil only decide what treatment is good for them. Our white coat is a waste. And more than that Google is d doctor in chief now !”
Keeping my irritation within i blossomed a fake smile and replied, β€œ Tata . Let me first examine your eyes. We wil decide then how to proceed”
I made him comfortable on the slitlamp chair. Then i started a thorough examination of his anterior segment and fundus of both eyes. 
He was a diabetic. His both eyes had PDR changes in retina and right eye had vitreous hemorrhage as well. (For my non medico friends :  Its a condition where patients retina and nerve become very weak due to chronic and uncontrolled diabetes and lots of blood spills inside the eyes. Its a very critical condition. No way it can get corrected with glasses and drops )
Keeping him calm..i explained in detail the conditions to him and advised him he wil be needing intravitreal injections with laser. And may be retinal surgeries soon if unsolved. 
He remained silent for a while. I was observing him. He looked at the roof…murmured something..took a deep breath and replied,β€œ  So doctor ! Its a very serious condition ? I need injections in my eyes and operations as well !”
Giving him courage i said ,β€œ  Yes tata ! You need them. But after a proper treatment you wil get back your lost sight very soon. ”
A line of tear rolled down from his eyes. His helpless eyes asked me,β€œ Doctor ! By any mean..will it  get corrected with spectacles?” 
I said,β€œTata . No..”
He again took a deep breath inside .Made his posture straight and asked,β€œ  But doctor! You please advise me glasses for now. So that i can read and write atleast for a week.”
This time i lost my cool. 

In a rude voice i replied,β€œ Tata ! See. There are hundreds of patients waiting outside. It has been 30 minutes since i am explaining you that spectacles won’t fit to your eyes. The plan of treatment is different for the disease you have. But you seem not to trust me at all and you are deciding your treatment by yourself ! I am here to help you out tata. Please understand and decide outside and tel me. ”
β€œNo no no. . Doctor !”  the 63 years old man bent forward and held my hands,β€œ  Doctor ! I never meant to distrust you or your treatment ! Am sorry doctor ! Why i am imposing so much on glasses is. .. tomorrow is my exam !”
Confused by his confession i reasked him,β€œTata !  What ?”
He said,β€œ Tomorrow is my exam..doctor .”
Shocked and puzzled by his answer i took a minute to understand what he is really speaking. This time i took a deep breath and asked,β€œ  Tata..what exam ?” 
He gave a small line of smile and replied,β€œBA exam doctor. Bachelor of Arts ”
He continued,β€œ Tomorrow my BA exam wil start doctor. It wil go on for a week. I am unable to see clearly anything since 10 days.I wil undergo all the injections and operations in my  eyes for sure..doctor. But after 1 week. After my exam.  For now just give me a pair of glasses so that i can read the question paper and write my answers ! Please doctor. With the responsibilities of life and family.. i had to discontinue my studies in my youth. Got neck deep busy with the multi tasks life threw at me ! And now when i am a bit free. .. i decided to fulfill the dream which my wife had seen for me. She wanted me to become a Graduate!”
A 60 years old lady was flashing her smiles and peeping through the door. His wife. 
I was sweating by now . Told my assistant to decrease the AC temperature. My throat was dry. Goose bumps all over. Breaths were trembling. Huge respect for such a determined man had taken over all my brain. What a couple ! What a dream ! What a determination ! What a love story !
I was speechless. My brain had stopped thinking. I was looking like a dumb doctor in front of such a great personality. I was acting as if i am thinking about his glasses.but the fact being i was paused by the time. Mind was blocked. 
Though i knew glasses were hardly of any use but being consoled by his promise to return after a week for the proper treatment… i gave myself courage and replied ,β€œ Done tata ! I am writing you glasses for your exam. But promise me to come again once your exams are over. ”
He got up from the chair and said,β€œ Doctor definitely! Promise.”
I called his wife inside and said,β€œ  Madam ! I am giving your husband glasses. Bring him after a week. But with sweet boxes. Because am sure he wil top the exam !”
Both smiled and replied at a time,β€œ Thank you doctor !”
And my brain is still not functioning right  while writing this article as well ! Am stil in that euphoria of witnessing such a great couple! Hats off.

– Dr. Rajkumar Patra

      9/may/2017.

A Fairy Tale

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A fairy tale. 
β€œAtleast while cooking… be alert dear witch. Don’t know.. if a mad dog had bitten me 10 years back that i allowed Ajay to marry you ! Only God can save my family now. 10 years over.. you couldn’t give a child to our family. I had warned Ajay a million times not to go behind you. But all invain ! He was lost and mad in your love… a Christian girl’s love ! I guess you had done some black magic on him then.. Even now you do the same. My son sees nothing beyond you. He is blind folded by your love ! If you can’t give a descendant to take my family’s name further then atleast have some mercy not to bring your dirty face to me daily morning. Get out of the kitchen !” The mother in law screamed these ruthless lines while entering the kitchen. 
Before the silent tears start forming the wet lines on her cheek.. Ajay rushed inside the kitchen with β€œ Mom ! How many times i have told you to stop blaming her for everything. She is my wife mom.. Don’t insult her daily with your rude lines just because we couldn’t gift you a child yet ! Look mom.. am sorry. But its my heartfelt request to stop such harsh words. She can’t talk. But mom.. does that make you speak and cross the line everytime ? Please mom. Don’t do this. ”
His mom screamed back ,β€œ Yes yes yes… who am i to say ? You are bilnd in your wife’s love. i am the culprit, if i speak out the truth. A wife’s puppet.. Am leaving. Let her die in hell. ” She left the kitchen spreading the negative fumes all over as she does all the time in her routine life. 
After all the hard efforts.. he still failed to stop the tears roll silently from his wife’s eyes. He dragged her to his chest and hugged tightly. Allowed her to cry out her inner pain. This has become a regular morning scene since their marriage. His mom insults her for everything. Her inability to talk and her caste has been the prime reason for the non acceptance in Ajay’s family. But she faces all the torture with grace. Always flaunts a smile and bear all the pain silently. Ajay is her strength. His support and love has made her cross all the stress and blames of the society. 
10 years back when Ajay had gone down on his knees and had proposed her, she straight away slapped him back. Who would believe the topper of the batch was seriously proposing a dumb girl ! She thought Ajay was mocking at her inability like the rest of society does. But life had different plans. It started their beautiful love story like very much a fairy tale way and blessed a dumb girl with her dream prince charming.
After 10years of their marriage, She still struggles for acceptance in Ajay’s family. Ajay ‘s unconditional love has been the only reason she still bears all the pain silently. But the mock from people and Ajay’s family members has reached a different level since few years as god cursed her with a new tragedy of incapability to give Ajay the descendant of their family. 
Day by day.. months by months.. time rolled on.
Today is their 12th anniversary. The couple were ready to start the beautiful day with a pious visit to church and then to a temple. No wishes from families.. no smiles around.. lusterless faces everywhere.. Among all these joyless surroundings, she gave a paper slip to her husband. With a glance of surprise when Ajay unfolded the paper, it read β€œ Honey… You are going to be a dad soon ! Am pregnant ” A moment came he was unable to balance himself to the floor.. He leaned to the wall.. Tears rolled… Shivering lips started the unheard songs… Silent waves started the melodies around.. He lifted her chin and asked ,β€œ Sweetheart..! You are not joking.. right?”She smiled and her teary eyes spoke the rest. He shouted like a mad person, β€œ Am going to become a Dad !!!! ” The loud tears were screaming out the long hidden million pains.. His family came running. Suddenly the heartless people started huming the congratulation notes ! Her mom in law flashed a line of smile after a decade. Putting an acceptance hand on her head the long awaited words came from the mom in law’s mouth ,β€œ Am happy. Both of you visist the temple soon and pray for my grand child’s arrival in a healthy way !” The wife’s innocent smiles were giving Ajay the feel of satisfaction he longed to see on her face from the time of their marriage. Euphoric mind of a would be Dad knew no boundaries where to limit the joy ! Passing through the endless smiling echos.. the couple left for the prayers. 
Time went by. Ajay has become more responsible these days. Comes from office early. Daily a gift for the wife to pass a bunch of happiness to the little life inside. Sit here.. Walk slow.. Eat these… Don’t climb the stairs.. Stay out of kitchen.. Did you take the tablets.. Why you didn’t have the fruits.. And zillions more such possesive words had become Ajay’s routine lines for the pampered wife. He has always been a caring husband. But the new responsible side was an adventure view for his wife yet to explore. He thanks the All mighty in every of his prayers for all the happiness he has showered on his family.
8 months over.
The wait was approaching the climax. The couple’s joy and excitement was painting their life with tiny colours. The shining rays of happiness had removed all the black clouds from their life.
Night 2 am.

Ajay got up with a shock by a screaming voice. It took him one minute to believe that her wife is lying on the bathroom’s floor. Her helpless eyes were calling Ajay to save their child. She was trying to lift her hands and call Ajay.. Her eyes rolled up and she lost her sense. Ajay was still on the bed. He was seeing her lusterless wet eyes and shivering body to realize what is happening in real. He was stunned. He was unable to gather the guts to run near his wife and lift her up. He got up from the bed… walked slowly to the bathroom. Sat on the floor. Took her head in his hand and asked ,β€œ Honey… honey… listen. ” galloped saliva in his dry mouth and continued, β€œ Honey… listen. tel me what happened… honey tel me what happened” shook her head and shouted , β€œHoney… Open your mouth and speak. What happened !”

A rude cry came from his mother ,β€œ What the dumb lady will speak ? She has slipped on the floor. What wil happen to my grand child now !! God save us ! ”
Ajay was dumb struck. The ambulance siren and the blue light on the van was appearing to him as if he is falling to hell. He sat inside the van with his wife’s head on his lap. He was unaware of what’s going on in his life. When the ambulance van once jerked on a road hump.. she screamed in pain,β€œ Godddd ! Save my child ”. Ajay looked at her silently for a while… and bursted out, β€œ Godddddddddddd …… goddd….. goddd !” 
The van reached the hospital. The nurses rushed near the van. Ajay made his wife lie on the stretcher. The nurses rushed to the operation theatre. Ajay kept running behind the stretcher like a mad person. His tears are breaking all the boundaries. He was in his vest and trousers. His white vest is now red. He is screaming some meaningless words looking at the roof. They took his wife inside the operation theatre. He fell down on his knees and kept striking his head to the wall.
She has come back to her sense. Her eyes are awaiting the unexplained fear and ears are listening his husband’s scream from outside. Her heart is screaming to run out and hug her love and say ,β€œ Honey. Don’t cry… ”
30 minutes passed. The doctor came out and asked ,β€œ Who is patient’s husband ? ” Ajay was murmuring some scoldings to god with his closed eyes. He ran to the doctor and said,β€œ Am her husband doctor ! What happened to them. How are they… Everything wil be fine? doctor..? Doctor… doctor. take me inside! ”  
The doctor calmed him down and sat with him on the bench. Gave him a glass of water and said ,β€œ See Mr. Ajay. Situation is very critical. To be frank.. i can save either the mother or the baby. You decide and tel me the way soon. Time is too less”
She was able to listen the conversation from inside. Her heart was pounding and skipping some beats. She was touching her baby bump and consoling silently ,β€œ i won’t let anything happen to you my baby ! I am there to protect you ”
Ajay lost all his hopes. Wiped off his tears. Looked at his mother. Life had stopped for him. Fate had played the cruelest game with him. He made himself sable. 
He got up from the chair. Took all his strength and ended the conversation with ,β€œDoctor ! Save my baby. ” 
His mom came runningly and hugged him as if he has taken the best decision of his life. Doctor made him sign the paper and left to the OT.
A minute later.. Ajay got up from the chair as if he got a lightning shock. Doctor was about to close the operation theatre door, Ajay ran like a mad to him and said ,β€œDoctor! Did you understand what i said ?” he continued ,β€œ At any cost you have to save my baby ! I meant Mrs. Baby Fernandez. My wife. ”
The doctor nodded with a smile and closed the door.
    – Dr. Rajkumar Patra

            21/04/2017.

The Paper Chit

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The paper chit 

Newly wedded. Yesterday she entered the new house with the sprinkle of colours and flowers with her love Avinash. New house.. new people.. new crowds.. new parents.. and a new life to step in. Fear filled excitement, a new feeling she is yet to explore.
Overcrowded surrounding, Non agreeable in laws and never ending rituals have somehow made Aditi already to miss her home which she had bought and gifted her parents. Aditi’s parents have only one motto in life, to give world’s every happiness to their only daughter Aditi. She is their world. The only world. From LKG to Medical.. her every little wish was fulfilled before they had even appered in her lips. The day Avinash said β€œyour parents are my responsibility” was the moment she surrendered her life in his hands and agreed to tie the knot to her 6 year’s love as she knew it clearly that he would take care of her parents more than she could ever do.
Avinash.. a gentle man. only son of his parents. Man of words and a doctor as well. He supported aditi in every moment of her life irrespective of all the odds that his parents had created raising the caste and status issues before their marriage. A billionaire’s stubborn son and a teacher’s simple daughter and their humming warm love story.
Since yesterday she is inside her red veil. Heavy jewelries. 15 kgs red saree. Twenty people are always around. Every hour there is a new ritual ! The suffocating atmosphere and knee length veil has forced aditi to check her own pulse a couple of times to know if she is still alive ! 2 days are down. it seemed as if the rituals wil take 200 more years to finish… The hazy red scenery of the surrounding people through the red veil was the only view she has been seeing for the last 30 hours with her empty starving stomach. Not eaten since more than a day. Nobody even asked once if she is hungry. Same situation for Avinash as well. He is too starving and veiled with the customs and rituals. His helpless face and dull smile from far were the only diving strength Aditi was stil sitting with a smile and trying to cope with all these unwanted, unpleasant and unpredictable situations.
But now the hunger has started to poke her patience. Foodless stomach and heartless traditions were at their best form. Same with Avinash as well. But the helpless couple were trying their best and hoping the hunger storm to pass soon. They have not talked to each other even once since their marriage. The silent, grave and guilty eyes from far were conveying zillion feelings to the red vailed eyes at the other end. 
Suddenly came a harsh voice ,β€œNow the couple should go to the worship room together !” The crowd started fading slightly. She was made to proceed with bells and flowers to the worship room. She sat there silently. Other relatives came out to work on the next ceremony.
Suddenly… like swirling cyclone Avinash rushed in and locked the door. Ran to aditi and hugged her tightly with his guilt filled heart. Removed her vail.. looked to her teary eyes and said, 

β€œ Am sorry aditi. I really don’t know how to…. anyway forget it. You first eat this halwa. ” He made her sit on the chair. He sat on the floor. And started feeding her the halwa he had got from kitchen hidindly in his golden kurta. She started eating without even uttering a single word. But her eyes were speaking what the halwa bound lips couldn’t. Unstoppable tears were endlessly rolling silently from HIS eyes.He was lost in a heavenly pleasure while feeding her new bride. She was smiling. He was crying. No words. No talks. Yet a priceless silent conversation was getting witnessed by the walls.
Both finished the halwa. Empty plate on hand and priceless smiles on face were the evidence of a world war won recently ! Before he opens the door she leaned on him and said , β€œ Thank you Avi. Only you could understand my hunger.” Somebody already started knocking the door. While opening the door he replied,β€œ Aditi ! I was just the mediator to get the food. Someone kept the halwa in kitchen and left this paper note”. He gave her the small paper chit. It read β€œGive Aditi the halwa fast ! ”. He continued ,β€œ I just grabbed it and ran honey. Don’t know who is this Godly person to do this unforgettable gestute .” Though his heart was not agreeing but stil he doubted ,β€œMay be its Mom. Don’t know but….” 
He opened the door to the ruthless crowd which ran inside with their limitless enthusiasm to start the next ritual…
With a confused mind he left with the doubt within β€œ Did mom really start caring for aditi ? She hates her for no reasons. She was the one who opposed their marriage to the maximum. No….. it can’t be her. Then who it is? ”
The confused brain was about to rest… suddenly he rose to the thought of ,β€œ Is it Dad?” He started feeling the joy of HER acceptance but his well experienced brain straight away rejected saying ,β€œ It can be anyone but not Dad ! ” His ego and his arrogance had once made Avinash to leave his home for a couple of days reason being the friends he is close to are poor. 
He sat on the sofa. Simi was smiling at him. His younger sister Simi. But way apart from his brother. She had demanded once if Aditi comes to their house she would stop tying rakhi to Avinash forever. But her innocent smile was leading him to a hopeful landing. Before he even conveys the confused brain’s confusing logic to her, She said ,β€œ What dear brother ? Heard you locked the door from inside? Wait… wil tell mom tomorrow… Not cool haan ! Guests are all around. Be in your dignity..” Gave him a cunning smile and left. He immediately came down from the emotional hang over which mistakenly had occupied a small place in his hopeful brain.
The lost mind tired from the emotional stress now started ignoring the matter and tried searching for a long lost piece of peace.
But the euphoric brain was not ready to settle down without solving this mysterious puzzle. The pleasure of feeding his new bride was so rich that his restless mind was not getting consoled without saying a thanks note to the person of credit. The matter kept swirling rounds and rounds within.
Then… Like a surprise… His curious mind started feeling the presence of Aditi’s parents around. His exhausted eyes started essencing the presence of his in laws. He has always been showered with endless love and affections by Aditi’s parents. Their unconditional love for him and Aditi has started to bias his heart to make him believe that they are somewhere around and such lovely gesture could only be possible by them. His anxious eyes started searching for them all around. He got up and ran from room to room. 

β€œ Papa mama.. are you here?” … β€œWere they supposed to come today ?”…β€œDid anyone receive them? ”

He was lost in such confusing thoughts.The mobile started ringing. The display read Mom-in-law calling… β€œAbhi! How are you ?Hows Aditi ? We wil come to meet you after 3 days. It seems like a year since….” .So it was not Aditi’s parents who kept the food as they are still states apart !

Then who is this mysterious person ???
Some hours went by. He was stil lost in this unsolved puzzle. Suddenly.. he got up and screamed,β€œ Oh…my..God !” He ran to the worship room. Aditi was surrounded with relatives and some ritual was already on. The paper chit was lying on the table. He took the chit and read it again. His pounding heart was confused to Whether drop tears or shine smiles on lips ! He read the chit again and again ! How did he fail to recognise the handwriting of the person who has been writing him love letters since 6 years ! It was Aditi’s handwriting. 
That was the moment when he realized that eighty percent of the halwa what he had brought was fed to HIS hungry stomach ! When he was busy showing his unstoppable emotions to his new bride with the halwa plate in hands, Aditi was busy feeding her love’s hungry stomach ! His teary eyes were peeping to the smiling eyes through the red veil. The smart woman had succeded to fill his husband’s stomach amidst all the unfavorable situations. Putting all the fear aside… Keeping all the rituals behind… Going against his mom’s wish yet again.. Ignoring the crowd.. He screamed, β€œEveryone please leave for a while. My wife is hungry .”
– Dr Rajkumar Patra

        17/04/17.

White SKODA and the MAN in black

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β€œWhom wil He pick to sit with him on the front seat, when he drives ”

This thought was swirling rounds n rounds in the minds of two gorgeous ladies tapping towards the car with the man in black suit in between.

One was in her 30’s. jeans with high hills. possesive. loves him more than her life. demanding loving understanding. A doctor, HIS wife.

The other in her 60’s. Black shining saree with shoes. White short hairs. Independent. expects silently from everything. Has raised him single handedly. Proud. A business icon. The CEO, HIS Mom.

In between the gentleman. A man with dignity. married against his mom’s wish. A loving husband and a caring son. Returned with wife, when the Mom’s ego finally let him in, after 6 years of his marriage.

The white SKODA was parked outside. A new car. It’s first day at the Garg’s house, but the SKODA was very tensed and puzzled with the taps of heels and shoes nearing it. It peeped at the calm but stressed eyes of its owner, the man in black suit and smiled.

The trio stopped near the car. The man went ahead and opened the front door, β€œMom, get in.”
With a small but arrogant smile the satisfied lady stepped inside.

Not rolling, Tears hadn’t even start to form in the love filled eyes of the second lady.. He said,  β€œMaya, Let Mom know who has taught me how to drive. (how to live as well, he whispered) You drive the car. ”

He gave her the keys and sat behind.

The relaxed SKODA  roared and sprang.

– Dr. Rajkumar Patra
     30.march. 2017

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Result ?!?

6 hours of hard efforts and β€˜SHE’ comes with the fuming hot chicken biriyani β€œ I have tried for the first time for you…”
The excited β€˜HE’ sat for the dinner with all smiles on face .
RESULT time.

Of them, Two were happy and two were hurt.

Happy were the both hearts.

And Hurt were…
…the vegetarian hands while cooking the chicken and
the already filled tommy from office-party while relishing the salt less Biriyani.
Afterall all is fair in Love.. and Love.

– Dr. Rajkumar Patra

20-Oct-2016