The House decorated with flowers and lights. Everyone there hurried themselves to get ready with traditional costumes. The house filled with laughs, greetings,melam, here and there calling mama, aunty,nana,.. But, nothing diverts me, I'm just searching his voice. My eye longing for the one. I am hunting for him causally,by sprinkle sand in the eyes of gossipers. I visualize him in traditional wear in my dreams and expect the same view of him. But he's not there. I'm not daring to ask for him to anyone. Because my uncontrollable lips gets wider while I say his name, that shows very well who he is to me. Finally, he arrived. Getting out from a decorated car, rose garland suits his neck, holding corner of his dhoti with a proud smile he walks towards me. he...