The thing called love….

Part 1:

Nami woke up with a heavy head, wondering sleepily what on earth could have had caused the unbearable headache. She looked at Arun who was sleeping next to her. Arun was still asleep and was snoring lightly. Crispy sunrays were falling on his face, but it did not seem to have disturbed his sleep. It was a bright and yet a cloudy morning as it had rained last night and the weather was fresh and birds were happily chirping.

Nami prepared tea and toast for her breakfast. Her head was still aching and Nami was trying hard not to think about previous night's argument about Nami’s and Arun’s marriage. Nami and Arun have been living together for sometime in London.


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Before Nami had met Arun or even before she came to London, she was working in a multinational company in Bangalore. Nami had been picked up by her company for a 3 year's project in London's client center. When Santosh, her Manager had selected her as a part of this project, she could not believe her ears. He had told that he wanted few experienced and few freshers like her for this job. Nami was all excited and scared at the same time.

Nami had told her parents about this on-site opportunity and her parents and especially her mother had half-heartedly accepted her decision. She had strongly told them that they should not be searching any marriage alliance for her yet.

Nami was born and brought up in Mysore and she was living in Bangalore because of her job. She used to visit her parents during weekends most of the time. She had started to love Bangalore more than her native Mysore. She had felt that Bangalore was more of a cosmopolitan city and she always loved crowded places than silent and sleepy cities such as Mysore. She loved huge crowds and it used to make her feel safe.

While she was still working in Bangalore, Nami had taken a Friday off from her work so that she could spend a long weekend with her parents in Mysore. The following Saturday was quite hot and Nami’s amma was preparing lunch and from the aromatic spices her mother was using, she could make out that it was bisibelebath for lunch. Nami was a bit upset as she did not like bisibelebath that much; instead she preferred vangibath which was her all time favorite. Nami’s father had asked her to get ready for her childhood friend Chaitra’s wedding reception party and Nami could not believe that Chaitra was getting married just after her education had completed.

After returning from marriage reception, Nami’s mother was all upset that she is still not getting married but instead was planning to go to London for an on-site project. But Nami did not budge to her mother’s complaints and had made up her mind!


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Nami had met Arun in London during a weekend stroll on London streets. Arun’s roots were from Uttaranchal and he does business and runs departmental stores in London which was successful. His parents had helped him set up the business and had gone to India searching for their original roots in Uttaranchal. Arun was living alone in London.

Nami and Arun had got into friendship and then without them realizing it, they had fallen in love with each other. When Arun had proposed Nami, she had taken nearly three months to accept since she was very apprehensive about live-in relations before marriage. Arun was very charming young man and very open minded person as well and Nami just could not have resisted him. He used to care for her and she had felt the tender caring nature of his and this was the reason for her to fall for him.

The day Nami said yes for his proposal, he was on cloud nine and had taken her to Scotland for a weekend. Nami was in love, a thing called love…This is how it started..