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After 10-15 minutes Sweta came there. She was in Kurta-Pyjama which had accentuated her height and beauty. She set on the chair and keenly observed Nitin who was not able to withdraw his eyes from her.  Sweta broke the ice and said, “So finally you could remember us. By the way how were you wasting your life during last more than a decade?”

Nitin laughed heartily and said,  “In a way I was wasting my life because I was not with you… people. In any case I have done engineering and also MBA. What have you been doing?”

“Congratulations for such grand achievements. Actually I have not done any thing worthwhile.”

“But MA in English is not an easy task.”

I said I would bring tea, and they should continue with their talks. 

Nitin and Sweta used to pass their time mostly with each other. Some times Sweta was at Nitin’s place and sometimes Nitin was at our place.  This way about a fortnight passed. One day he came to our house and informed,

“I have been posted at Sydney, Australia.”

“That is very good. When shall you be joining there?” asked Kamala.

“In about a month or so.”

 Next day Vikram came with Mrs. Vikram to our home. After usual pleasantries Vikram said, “Sudarshan, We have come to ask you for a favor.”

“Come on... don’t be so formal.”

“We want that Sweta becomes a member of our family. Bhabhiji knows that Nitin and Sweta very much like each other.”

“But Kamala, you never told me.”

“Sudarshan, have you ever taken interest in the family matters?”

“Anyway we can’t have any objection to this grand proposal? What do you say Kamala?

“Yes. I agree with you.”

 Nitin and Sweta were married in a fortnight.

 When the couple came to visit us, Sudarshan said, “Sweta you have married a boy who divorced you many years ago. Do you remember?”

“Yes Papa! I remember it very well but you see I am not a sparrow.”

Every body laughed to their hearts' content. But all a sudden Sweta became morose, she was looking at the ventilator where only one sparrow was seated.

“But Mom, She is sitting alone, they have not reconciled. Are they still divorced?”

I embraced her and said, “Sweta, you are still a child.”

But both Kamala and Sweat had teardrops in their eyes.