Chapter 36

           

Gupta House:

Payal slowly walks in the dark house. Everyone was already in their room as she had informed Garima that she will be home soon. She tiptoes into her room, drops her backpack and walks in Khushi’s room.

She sees Khushi sleeping half on, half off the bed.

She smiles at her sleeping pattern, walks to Khushi, pulls her dangling legs back in the bed, covers her with a blanket, turns off the light and leaves the room.

Next morning, Gupta House:

Payal comes downstairs to see Garima is making breakfast and Buaji is helping her.

She smiles and greets them.

Garima elbows Buaji seeing Payal. Buaji walks over to Payal and sits down by her side.

She gently asks Payal: Payaliya, kal raat ko ghar aane mein kitni der ho gayee bitiya?

(Payaliya, How late were you coming home last night?)

Payal blushes and answers: I’m sorry Buaji. I know I was late.

Buaji smiles and asks: Koi baat nehin bitiya. Achcha, tumra din kaisan tha?

(No problem, my dear. How was your day?)

Payal smiles dreamily: It was wonderful Buaji.

Buaji asks again: Aur who ladka kaisa tha jiske saath tum kal ghoomne gayee thi?

(How was the boy with whom you were out yesterday?)

Payal blushes: Who bahut acchhe hain Buaji.

(He is very nice, Buaji)

Buaji smiles back at her: Tum usko pasand to karti ho naa?

(Do you like him?)

Payal nods shyly.

Buaji smiles big thinking: To sanka devi thik keh rahee thi. Humko phir rishta aage badana chahiye.

(So Sanka Devi was right. We should go ahead with the proposal)

She turns and nods to Garima.

Garima smiles back and looks up to thank God silently.

Buaji sees Khushi coming down stairs yawning tripping over her sleepers.

Khushi’s slippers:

Buaji grabs her arm and drags her in the corner startling Khushi in mid-yawn.

Khushi (rubs her arm in irritation): Kya hua Buaji? Aap mujhe khinch kyun rahe ho subah subah?

(What is the matter Buaji? Why are you dragging me so early?)

Buaji replies: Sanka Devi, zindegi mein pehli baar tune kuch sahi kaam kiya hain.

(Sanka Devi, you have done something right for the first time in your life)

Khushi’s eyes widen: Achcha? Kya?

(Really? What?)

Buaji: Payaliya ko oo ladka pasand hain. Hum ab uski rishte ki baat chalayenge. Tum hamri baat karwao ladkewalo se.

(Payaliya likes the boy. Now we will talk about her marriage. You arrange for us to talk to the groom’s family.)

Khushi’s eyes sparkle with joy. She shouts: Woo hoo…

She grabs Buaji and starts dancing.

Buaji stops and shushes her: Abhi chillao nehin. Abhi kuch tair nehin hua hain. Ek baar rishta pakka ho jaye to jitna marzi naach lena.

(Don’t scream right now. Nothing is confirmed yet. Let everything get confirmed, then you can dance as much as you want)

Khushi stops and nods seriously: Aap bilkul fikar mat karo Buaji. Jab tak rishta pakka nehin ho jaata, main apna muh bilkul bandh rakhungi. Aap dekh lena.

(Don’t worry Buaji. Until the marriage is fixed, I will keep my mouth shut. You just watch me)

Buaji shakes her head and leaves.

Khushi does a happy jig in the living room then runs to kitchen like a whirlwind.

She chirps startling everybody: Good morning, Guptas.

Payal picks up the paper that a startled Shashi dropped and hands it to him: Good morning. What is the matter Khushi? You look very happy today?

Khushi sprints to Payal and smacks a kiss on her cheek, followed by one on Shashi’s bald patch making him chuckle, then she runs to Garima and Buaji to deliver a smack to each and replies: Today is a very good day. Because today we will first go shopping, then we will eat out and then we will go to Sinha uncle’s house to attend Sangeet.

Payal smiles at her : Okay.

Khushi beams.

Suddenly Khushi’s eyes widen. She runs upstairs and calls Naniji: Hello? Haan Naniji. We are going to Sinha uncle’s son’s Sangeet. You are all coming right?

Naniji: Yes, we are. But Aakash, Arnav and NK are not coming.

Khushi: What? Aakashji is not coming? No no. That’s not good. My family has agreed to the marriage proposal. They want to see him.

Naniji (very happy): Really? That’s wonderful. (worried) But how do we get him to the Sangeet?

Khushi (assures): Leave it to me.

Naniji smiles big: Okay. Let me tell Manorama the good news.

Khushi smiles big: Okay. Bye.

Naniji: Bye bitiya.

Khushi chews her nails for a bit. Then she dials NK’s no.: Hello NKji? Hi. How are you doing? Listen, I need you to do me a favour.

NK chirps: Sure Khushiji. Anything for you.

Khushi beams: How sweet of you. I need you to bring Aakashji to the Sangeet function with Naniji and Mamiji today.

NK smiles: Okay. (Then frowns) But how?

Khushi: Of ho. Make some excuses. But bring him there.

NK scratches his head: Okay.

Khushi: And NKji?

NK: Yes?

Khushi: Make Aakashji wear black today. Sangeet theme is black and white.

NK (confused): Okay. (Brightens up) But what colour will you be wearing Khushiji?

Khushi smiles big: White.

NK smiles back: I will them wear white too.

Khushi giggles: Okay.

Then Khushi hops down to the breakfast table to eat.

After breakfast, Khushi and Payal goes out for the day and when they come back, they had shopped for everyone.

Khushi hands Buaji her saree: Buaji, this is for you.

Buaji’s Saree:

Payal hands Garima hers: Mom, this is for you.

Garima’s saree:

Khushi hands Shashi his outfit: Dad, this is for you.

Shashi’s Outfit:

Buaji asks: Arre Payaliya, tumne apne liye kuch nehin kharida?

Payal smiles and was about to take out her outfit to show, when Khushi stops her: Hold on Jiji. 

Khushi turns to Buaji: Buaji, woh to shaam ko pata chalega ki humne apne liye kya kharida hain. (winks)

(Buaji, you will know in the evening what we have bought for ourselves.)

Nandi excited: OMDM OMDM OMDM… It’s finally happening. I wonder what Payal bought for herself. I bet she will look gorgeous. I bet Aakash won’t be able to stop himself when he sees Payal. I bet they will declare their love and get married and live happily ever after.

Devi Maiyya smirks: I bet there will be even more trouble there.

Nandi scowls: Now why would you go and say that?

Devi Maiyya sneers: I created humans. I know how their brain works and it never works the way it’s supposed to.

Nandi scratches his head in worry.

Chapter 35

Parking Lot, ASR Designs

Aakash stops his bike in the parking lot of ASR Designs where Payal had parked her scooty in the morning.

They both get down and Aakash asks Payal: Payal, are you sure you’ll be able to go home? I mean, I can drop you off.

Payal smiles: No thanks Aakash. I need my scooty tomorrow so I should ride it home. My crazy sister has some plans for me and she told me to keep tomorrow free for her. I’d rather not get into a car with her behind the driving wheel. So we will take my scooty for whatever crazy plan she has.

Aakash frowns and thinks to himself: Oh, Payal’s little sister drives?  For some reason, I thought she was a baby. I guess she must be close to legal age then.

Payal stops Aakash’s thoughts: Hello? Aakash? What are you thinking?

Aakash smiles at Payal and opens his mouth to ask question to clear his confusion when Payal’s phone rings.

Payal excuses herself and picks up the phone. It was Garima asking her when she is coming home. Payal assures her that she is on her way.

Payal turns to Aakash and tells him: Aakash, I have to go. Mom is worrying about me staying out so late.

Aakash smiles: Sure. Say hi to your family from me.

Payal smiles: Sure. (blushes) Just wanted to let you know that I had a wonderful time today. Thank you.

Aakash smiles: Actually, I should say thanks for coming with me. There aren’t many women in India who likes outdoors as much. I’m glad that you came with me.

Payal nods smilingly: I will see you on Monday.

Aakash nods back with a smile.

Payal takes her stuff and hops on her scooty. She starts her scooty when she remembers Aakash was going to ask her something.

She turns back and asks him: Aakash, what were you trying to say before Mom called?

Aakash shakes his head: It’s not that important.

Payal nods her head and drives away in her scooty thinking about the day and Aakash.

Aakash also hops in his bike and drives to his home thinking about the day and Payal.

Nandi screams clutching his horns in frustration: NOT IMPORTANT? NOT FREAKING IMPORTANT? Why why why? Why do you test my patience, people? What would it take, for you to talk to each other?

Devi Maiyya stops chewing popcorn for a moment to answer with a deadpan expression: Common sense… which humans, most of the times, forget to use. (starts munching popcorn again, ignoring Nandi’s very un-heavenlike phrases)…

Khushi’s house:

ASR stops the car and growls: Get out.

Khushi was mumbling under her breathe all the way, gets startled at the sudden growl: What?

ASR grits his teeth: Get out, right now.

Khushi growls back: Yes, yes. I’m going. I don’t have much desire to sit in this car with you either.

She hops down and slams the door of the car loudly.

ASR cringes at the torture on his beloved car and shouts: Careful with the door of my car.

Khushi shouts back: Big freaking deal. You have a crappy black car. NKji has a much better car than yours... A Red Lamb Curry.

ASR’s eyes widen. He shuts down the engine and gets down from the car.

Then he strides to Khushi and growls: That’s my car NK was using. And that’s a Lambor-freaking-ghini worth Rs. 8 Crore (About 1.5 Million dollars). Not a Lamb Curry.

Now Khushi’s eyes go saucer-like: Hawww… 8 crore ki gadi?

(Hawww… a car worth Rs. 8 crore?)

ASR smirks expecting proper respect for his car now.

Khushi, of course, wipes off his smirk with her next comment: Isse to ek chote mote desh ka pura saal ka kharcha chal jaaye.

(You can pay a whole year’s worth of expense of a small country with that much money.)

ASR grits his teeth and growls: Urghhh… Forget it. He turns to leave, but pauses and turns back: And stay away from NK.

Khushi had turned to leave as well but stops and turns back at the warning.

She growls back: Make me.

ASR strides back to her and grabs her: Don’t challenge me, Ms. Gupta. You won’t like the consequence.

Khushi also leans forward and growls: Don’t threaten me, Mr. Raizada. You won’t like the consequences either…

They stare at each other fuming while the air between them sizzles with pheromones flying like statics back and forth.

Suddenly they feel the invisible sparks in the air, realize the close proximity and moves back in a hurry.

ASR strides back in his car and Khushi runs inside without looking back.

Nandi was holding a brown paper back taking deep breathe into it.

Devi Maiyya was sipping her pepsi in deep thought.

Suddenly she exclaims (making Nandi startle, which also bursts his brown paper bag): I don’t understand where we went wrong.

Nandi looking at his brown paper bag in dismay: I don’t understand how it happened either.

Devi Maiyya (thinking Nandi is talking about her predicament): I mean I’m a perfectionist if I may say so myself, I created the perfect species with lovely brains. Then why do they screw things up so much?

Nandi (snorts): Excuse me? Perfect species? Of what? Screw ups? Human beings are the most botched up project you made.

Devi Maiyya (scowls): There are some design glitches. But I made them in the initial days after defeating my first demon. I was bored.

Nandi (snorts again): And boy, does it show…

Devi Maiyya (growls): What?

Nandi (innocent face): That you are such a talented project manager, even when you are bored.

Devi Maiyya (smiles big): You think so?

Nandi (smiles bigger): That’s the only thing I can think of right now.

Devi Maiyya (blushes without getting the insult): Thank you. I try my best.

She slurps her pepsi in serenity while Nandi wipes off imaginary sweat from his brow.

Chapter 34

The Dhaba, outside the city line

Aakash was having his dinner when he suddenly starts choking at the extra spiced chicken.

Payal looks up from her plate and runs to Aakash.

She grabs the glass of lassi and hands it to him and start patting and rubbing his back.

Aakash’s choking subsides, but his head gets foggy with the sweet vanilla smell coming from Payal.

He looks up to see Payal looking at him in concern.

Payal asks worriedly: Aakash, are you feeling okay?

Aakash decides to milk this for a little bit more: *Cough cough*…

Payal leans closer and rubs his back some more: Now?

Aakash smiles wide inside, but pretends to be sick.

Suddenly a most helpful (?) guy from the next table pulls away Payal and starts pounding Aakash’s back with his bear paw size fists.

Aakash’s eyes bulge out at the sudden assault.

But Dara Singh comes to his rescue. He stops the beefy guy and says: Sukriya paaji. Sirji yahan ki lassi piyenge to sab thik ho jayega. Aap wapas baitho ji.

(Thank you, Mister. Sirji will drink lassi from here and everything will be just fine. You please sit down again.)

Payal thanks the beefy guy too. Aakash just manages a wan smile at his direction mentally cursing his bad luck.

Dara asks Aakash: Aap thik ho sirji? (Are you okay, sirji?)

Aakash just wheezes out: Thank you, Dara.

Dara flashes his toothy smile and vanishes inside.

Payal sits on her side and asks worriedly: How are you feeling now Aakash?

Aakash smiles at her: I’m okay now. Let’s finish dinner.

Payal wrinkles her brow in worry but nods.

They finish their dinner and pay Dara Singh. Aakash leaves him a large tip and his huge toothy smile comes out: Sirji, apne lugai ko leke phir aaiyega…

(Sir, come again with your wife)…

Payal blushes and says: Hum log shaadi shuda nehin hain. (We are not married.)

Dara Singh’s toothy smile doesn’t dim: Arre toh kya hua madamji? Abhi shaadi nehin hui to ho jayegi. Is mein ki gal hain? Aap dono to made for each other ho ji.

(So what, madamji? You are not married now but you will get married eventually. It’s no big deal. You two are made for each other.)

Aakash smiles at Payal and shrugs his shoulder to indicate it does not bother him for Dara to think that they are a couple. Payal blushes and smiles back.

They leave the dhaba and get on their bike to go home and think about Dara’s words all the way to Delhi.

Devi Maiyya was swaying side by side and humming on her lotus. Suddenly she stops swaying: Hold on. I didn’t make Dara say all that. Who the heaven did that?

She looks around but Nandi was nowhere to be seen.

She shouts: Nandiiiiiiii… Nandiiii… Report to me right now.

Nandi comes running huffing and puffing: Yes, ma’m.

Devi Maiyya (sweetly sarcastic): Where were you Nandi?

Nandi (innocent face, big cow eyes blinking): Who me? Lunch break.

Devi Maiyya (narrowed eyes): Was that lunch break in a certain Midway Dhaba by any chance?

Nandi (mentally wincing): Ummm… Midway Dhaba? Where is that?

Devi Maiyya (smug): Nandi, you know that you never lie to your boss when you might get caught, right?

Nandi (sheepish): Yeah?

Devi Maiyya (smugger): And you know that you never lie to someone who happens to know everything like, umm… I don’t know… Me? As in God?

Nandi (wincing): Ummm… Yes…

Devi Maiyya (smuggest): But, I forgive you since you saved me the task of banging their heads together.

Nandi flashes his toothy smile.

Devi Maiyya (continues sternly): But… (index finger up deleting Nandi’s toothy smile)… Next time get my approval first because I’m the boss. Got it?

Nandi nods vigorously.

Devi Maiyya (all smiles again): Now get me a lassi from Midway dhaba. It looked quite delicious from up here.

Nandi runs to do her errand before her mood changes again.

ASR’s car, New Delhi:

Khushi mutters under her breathe: Why do you do this to me Devi Maiyya? Huh? Didn’t I offer you samosas the other day? Even when Buaji scolded me for offering them to you? Then why do you always drop Laad Governor on me? What did I do to deserve this?

ASR (irritated): Stop muttering. It’s irritating.

Khushi (sarcastic): Oh yeah? You know what else is irritating? Getting kidnapped. And sorry, I never promised to be an accommodating kidnap victim. So too freaking bad.

ASR (grits his teeth): Stop your melodrama. I am taking you home, not to some jungle to murder and bury you, no matter how tempting the idea is.

Khushi goes into technicolour imagination mode in graphic detail.

*Khushi’s Dream*

Khushi was running helplessly through a jungle wearing a pink salwar, no white salwar with extra long veil flying behind in typical Bollywood style.

ASR running behind him with huge sword and he maniacally screams: Khushi Kumari Gupta… Today is your last day on Earth. Prepare to eat your next jalebi with your Devi Maiyya…

Bells in temple start swinging maniacally.

Khushi stops for a moment and wrinkles her brow: Hold on. How can there be a temple in jungle?

ASR stops too and smirks: There is always a temple or mosque or church in horror movies in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows it.

Khushi nods understandingly and starts running again: Nehinnnn… Bhagwan ke liye mujhe chod do…

(No, for God’s sake, let me go)

ASR runs behind her: Muhahaha… Kutte kaminey main tera khoon pee jaunga…

(Muhahaha… You ba**ard… I will drink your blood)

Khushi stops again and jumps gleefully: I know, I know… Dharamji right?

(Hint: Dharmendra – Legendary Bollywood actor known for his weird dance and melodramatic lines which is why… He is a legend in Bollywood.)

ASR nods in agreement. Then suddenly grabs Khushi.

Khushi squirms but ASR holds tight. He raises his sword with the moonlight glinting on the shiny blade and…

Khushi screams in reality: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo…

ASR slams on his break: What the?

Khushi opens her eyes to see that she is in the car with ASR and he was looking at her incredulously.

ASR asks again: What? Why did you shout?

Khushi pats her stomach to make sure there is no holes dripping blood and then stammers: No no… I mean. I thought I saw a panda coming under your car.

ASR (even more incredulous): What? You screamed because you saw a panda?

Khushi nods vigorously.

ASR growls: We live in India. There is no freaking Panda in India.

Khushi tries a smile: Yeah… I knew that. That’s why I said I THOUGHT I saw a Panda.  

ASR grits his teeth and mutters to himself: This girl is nuts and she will drive me nuts.

And he starts driving again eager to get her to her home and away from his well-ordered logical life.

Khushi lets go off the breath she was holding.

Devi Maiyya laughs so hard that her lassi goes flying in the air and back in her glass.

Nandi makes faces: ASR is right. She is crazy. Off all animals, she thought of Panda?

Devi Maiyya giggles some more: You can also think, off all the people on Earth, ASR only thinks about her?

Nandi (scratches his head): It’s a big mystery.

Devi Maiyya (smug): Because my dear Nandi, they are made for each other as well. (winks).

Chapter 33

Close to Aravalli Range, out of the city line

Payal turns to Aakash and says, “Aakash, it’s getting late. I think we should head back.”

Aakash, disappointed but smiles back, “Sure.”

They pack their camping supply back into the bike and ride back to the city.

When they get close to the highway, Aakash sees a small dhaba (Punjabi diner) by the highway. He stops his bike and asks Payal, “I’m getting really hungry. Shall we eat before we go?”

Payal nods his head, “I was getting hungry too. Let’s eat.”

The Dhaba:

They went in the dhaba and grabbed a table.

A jovial teenager came in to take their order.

The teenager:

The teenager: Sastriakal Saabji. Welcome to Midway Dhaba. Myself Dara Singh. Dasoji, kya lau?

(Sastriakal, sir. Welcome to Midway Dhaba. I am Dara Singh. Tell me, what can I bring you?)

Aakash’s smile breaks out hearing the name of renowned wrestler’s name associated with a puny teen.

Payal asks gently: Daraji, humme bahut bhookh lage hain. Aaj special mein kya hain?

(Daraji, we are very hungry. What do you have in special?)

Dara Singh got really happy hearing the respectful ji beside his name.

He replied with a huge smile: Madamji, aaj thaali baddi change bani hain. Non veg aur veg dono. Aapke liye kya lau?

(Ma’m, today’s special is thaali. Both non-veg and veg. What shall I bring for you?)

Payal: Hamare liye aap veg thaali le aaiye please.

Aakash: And non-veg mere liye.

Dara Singh smiles: Koi gal nehin ji. Main bas yun gaya aur yun aaya…
(No problem. I will just come back in a jiffy)

Then he disappears inside and few minutes later comes back with two huge glasses of Lassi.

Lassi:

Dara Singh serves the drinks and tells Payal: Madamji, yeh hain yahan ki specialty. Pudina Lassi. Aap chakh ke dekhoji.

(Ma’m, this is the specialty of this dhaba. Mint Lassi. You just try it.)

Payal sips the cool and refreshing drink which was well churned yoghurt with sugar and cooling mint. She smiles at Dara: It’s very good.

Aakash sips his own drink and sees Dara’s beaming expression at Payal.

Dara vanishes inside to grab their platters.

Aakash looks at Payal with twinkling eye: Do you realize that you made a conquest today? That poor boy is smitten.

He completes his sentence in his head: Just like me.

Payal’s eyes widen: What? No. He is just a little boy.

Aakash smiles but doesn’t say anything.

Dara comes back with their food and serves Payal first.

Payal’s Veg Thali (Veg Platter):

Then he serves Aakash.

Aakash’s Non-Veg Thali (Non-Veg Platter):

They thank Dara and starts eating all the delicious food and both think what a wonderful ending to a beautiful day it was.

Nandi smiles big and hums: Moo moo…

Devi Maiyya scowls: Shut up. It’s irritating.

Nandi shrugs his shoulder as if to say can’t help it.

Devi Maiyya sighs: Fine.

She zaps his voice back.

Nandi smiles wide: Oh my, what a lovely setting. Looks like Yashji’s direction. Since he came in here, he has improved the atmosphere immensely.

Devi Maiyya sneers: Who do you think gave him that talent? Me, that’s who.

Nandi (now way smarter): Yes, ma’m. Whatever happens, only you do it.

Devi Maiyya happy with the praise: But I’d admit, that boy had some talent with romance.

Nandi: Uh huh… My Payal and Aakash are made for each other. (He sighs in happiness)

Devi Maiyya sighs: There he goes again. As soon as the mooing stopped, the mooning started.

Nandi pouts.

(Hint: Yash Chopra – Iconic romantic Bollywood movie director/producer with biggest romantic hits under his name. Recently deseased.)

Parking Lot, Bukhara:

ASR drags Khushi to his car.

Khushi shrugs her hand out of his and whispers furiously: What do you think you are doing?

ASR turns to her and says: I thought I am dropping you home. But if you’d rather walk, it’s fine with me.

Khushi sneers: I don’t need you to drop me. I came here with NKji and I can go home with him.

ASR sneers back: Well, guess what? NK is busy for you from now on.

Khushi (wide eyed, innocent expression): Oh, so sorry. Didn’t you hear the breaking news? We don’t own slaves here in India.

ASR grits his teeth: Sit on the car if you know what’s good for you.

Khushi (crosses her arms): No, I won’t. Do what you can do.

ASR smirks: Fine. As you wish.

He bends down, picks up Khushi and strides to his car.

Khushi, at first surprised, starts flailing her arms and legs: Let me go, you Laad Governor. I will report you to police. You will go to jail.

One of the guards at the parking lot comes forward hearing Khushi’s scream: Yeh kya ho raha hain yahan?

(What’s going on in here?)

Khushi looks at her saviour with puppy eyes: Bhaiyaji, aapko dikhai nehin de raha hain? Yeh Laad Governor humme kidnap kar rahe hain aur aap pooch rahe hain ki kya hua?

(Brother, can’t you see? This Laad Governor is kidnapping me and you are asking what’s going on?)

ASR looks at the guy and says with a straight face: This girl is mad. So I’m taking her to her home before she destroys your hotel.

Khushi furiously tells him: I am not mad and you have no right to kidnap me.

The guard asks: Yeh aapki kya lagti hain? (What is she to you?)

ASR answers calmly: Yeh meri wife hain. (She is my wife)

With that, with a mouth wide open Khushi in his arms, he strides to his car.

He opens the door and dumps still surprised Khushi on the passenger seat and goes around to sit on the driver’s side.

Khushi recovers from her shock and tries to escape.

But ASR locks the door automatically from the driver’s side.

Khushi whirls to him and raises her index finger and shouts: You lier. You can’t kidnap me like that. I will report…

ASR ignores her shout and replies: Yeah yeah, police, jail etc. Now shut up and put your seat belt on.

Khushi arrogantly replies: No, I won’t.

ASR bends towards her and pulls the seat belt himself and locks her.

Then he starts driving and Khushi sits there fuming.

They both think what a crappy end to a crappy day.

Nandi (surprised): What the? ASR just grabbed her as if she belongs to him.

Devi Maiyya (giggles, with her little chubby hands on her mouth): I know. (Somersaults in air a couple of time in mirth)

Nandi shakes his head: If Yashji had seen them, he would have committed suicide.

Devi Maiyya shakes in laughter: That's what you think...

Nandi (confused): Is this why you made ASR say that Khushi is his wife?

Devi Maiyya (giggles in her straw, making bubbles in her pepsi): I didn’t make him say it. He did it all by himself.

Nandi (wide eyed): Does it mean that the love is blooming?

Devi Maiyya (twinkling eyes): As Manorama would say, front front see vat vat happenz. (winks)