“Aren't we blessed really?” he said and kissed her hand while she felt she had a newborn purpose in her life.
“Oh, what a fortune!” she said in ecstasy.
“It's my word that you would forever feel loved by me.”
“It's my promise,” she said in all gratitude. “I shall love you soon enough and value you all my life.”
“I cherish you, Nithya,” he caressed her hand as one would a find.
“I'm proud of you,” she said, kissing his hand.
“Now perhaps,” he said, “it's my turn to ask you whether sentiment has overwhelmed your judgment.”
“You may check up at the morrow,” she said joyously. “I too have read a little of Shakespeare.”
“A blue stocking of a wife then!” he said with a smile. “And I haven‟t bargained for one.”
“When you're destined to get one,” she said, turning mirthful, “what can be done?”
“Let's wait till the morrow.”
“No way,” she said naughtily, “if you want to get rid of me.”
By the time they had to part for the day, they turned so close that he insisted he would drop her at her place.
“Goodbye till tomorrow,” she dismissed him as they reached that street corner.
“At three then,” he waved her goodbye.
“Won't I make it on the dot,” she waved back at him.
As he stood rooted with a heavy heart, she reached home in relief. Overwhelmed with joy, that night, they both waited for the fresh dawn with hope.