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Final Part – Sacred Bond



The thread ceremony went off well. Saatvik and Sia went out for dinner along with Sonakshi and Ashwath. It was a great night for all of them. Food was amazing, the laughs, the conversations, the quality time spent with each other made the night worthwhile.
Jet airways – 7.00 p.m.
Sia carried huge suitcases and was leaving for Mumbai. After Saatvik left Sia, she was literally on tears. Wishing goodbye was always painful for both of them.
She got the comfortable seat near a girl named Nora. They exchanged pleasantries. Sia and Nora talked about their careers. Sia being an interior designer gave lot of tips and suggested some designs for her new house. Nora was doing Masters in Psychology in Bangalore. She came to Chennai for an assignment and now leaving to meet her grandparents in Mumbai.  She was hardly twenty and three but was worldly wise. After speaking for some time, Sia was lost in her thoughts. All she could see was Saatvik. How he used to come and wait for her near her office, their lunches and dinners together, the movies, the pleasant surprises he used to throw in her birthday parties, the get together in her place with his cousins and many such occasions where Saatvik was always there in her life. They were not married to each other but they shared a unique relationship of love, trust, and friendship.
Shiva was right on time to pick Sia from the airport. Sia was too amazed and happy to see her husband after so many days. Even though she was smiling and laughing, Shiva could clearly see that Sia missed her best friend .He was very understanding and supported her in every way.
One year hence:
Motherearth Hospital – 11.p.m.
There was an emergency in Ward no.5. Dr. Jose was running and calling the nurses in operation theatre. The patient was crying with the labour pain. It was none other than Sia. All these while she was waiting for this very moment and now it was right in front of her. All she wanted was a healthy baby in her arms. Shiva was with her throughout the process. He was tightly holding her hand and even he was in tears seeing his girl in pain. The doctors worked on her. She was exhausted but eagerly waiting for the baby’s first cry and the tender skin. Finally after few hours, she heard a loud wail and she heaved a sigh of relief. That very instant, the pain and discomfort flew away. It was a baby girl.
Although late as usual, Saatvik came to see Sia. He was amused to see her so happy. It was a dream come true for her. Seeing him, Sia could not contain her excitement. He played with the baby and showered her lots of love.
25 years later:
It was month of August. Students from foreign universities came back to their homeland for vacation.
Ashwath and Kyra left for India from Chicago and were on their way. Sia and Saatvik were in the airport waiting for their kids. As soon as they saw their glimpse, their joy knew no bounds. They could see the young version of themselves. Sia and Saatvik smiled at each other. They wished that both their kids should share the same kind of relationship that they shared with each other. Their relationship had surpassed all those worldly emotions.  And it was true; their beautiful friendship was forever and ever.

This is not a work of fiction but based on true incident. 
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  1. Privy TriflesAugust 14, 2012 at 3:24 PM

    Wow!!! Such beautiful narration...glad to know such wonderful platonic friendships which are devoid of all barriers do exist in today's world!

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    1. Creative SpaceAugust 16, 2012 at 12:04 PM

      Thanks a lot Privy:))).....We should really appreciate these kind of relationships thrive these days...:)) And its good to have encouraging and supporting spouses too as in case of Sia and Saatvik...

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  2. AishwaryaAugust 14, 2012 at 8:46 PM

    I would have just written its a lovely story......If I would NOT have read the line "This is not a work of fiction but based on true incident".
    This line adds a new dimension ....its a treat to know that such pure hearts still reside in this world!!! :):):)

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    1. Creative SpaceAugust 16, 2012 at 12:05 PM

      Thanks Ash......Yeah it gives us so pleasure to know this is based on true life and at the same time surprising too....:)

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