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Being in a Ball was literally awesome. Ball arranged by my friend, not some unknown Ball. There were so many pretty young ladies, some invited by my friend and some by her to-be husband. It was like a party before the wedding. Started by the couple who organized it, taking inspiration from them came up many couples on to the dance floor. I was single though I have many girlfriends. I looked around and found a pretty, beautiful girl standing in the corner and waiting for someone to seek her hand. Wow! What a pretty dress- full length white colored one with sleeves around her arms and not on the shoulder and a bun on her head. I went to her and gave my hand and asked her if she would join me. She gave her hand in mine and we were on the dance floor. Slowly the music changed from ‘Best Song Ever’ to a romantic song… Never noticed, kept on dancing. I felt as if I know her from years but could not figure it out. Lost in her beauty, her almond shaped eyes and simile that was 24/7 on he

This time it was early in the morning maybe the sun had not even come out of sleep but they were already up. He was searching something but what I did not know. She came that way with a cup of flowers. Arey Kunwar sa aap yaha? Ji kya aap hume bata sakti hai ki sthan karne ka jajah kaha hai Ji zarur, seede jakar bai mudh jayiye aur seede jane par apko dekh jayeja Dhayawad, waise Ajabde aap hume Kunwar Pratap bula sakti hai Kya, nahi nahi Kunwarsa Kyu nahi Kyuki aap Mewar ke uttaradhikari hai aur hum toh keval ek samanth ki putri hai Samjgaye lekin ab aap humari baat sun lijiye Kahiye Yaha pe humare koi bhi mitra nahi hai toh kya aap humare mitra ban sakte hai Hume kshama kijiye lekin Arey aap hamesha kshama kyu mangati hai isme toh apki koi bhi galti nahi hai Ji thik hai hum apke mitra ban jayenge Toh ab hum mitra hue Ji Kunwarsa Sthan ke badh mandir mein aa jayiye. Phir se aap hume Kunwarsa kyu pukar rahi hai Aur kya pukarenge Arey ab toh hum mit

THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST IS BRIDE AND THE GROOM All started cheering us up and clapping. We were very happy. Ma and Pa were very happy; their son knows to dress a girl up. It was training for his they thought. All were happy. It was already late so all went to bed but I did not go. One opportunity this is to meet him privately. I went to the place he mentioned in his mail. Nothing was there except for a cart. I sat down on that waiting for Pratap. Suddenly the cart started moving. I wanted to get down but the cart headed very fast. Then my eyes shed tears and as soon as that happened a familiar face turned to see me. It was Pratap; I jumped on him to hug him. I was so scared that I did not know anything else. We reached a fair. It was time to close so Pratap rushed and took me to the kulfi wala. Baiya do kulfi do na Ji madam do toh nahi hai, ek hi hai Oh What do we do? The fair is going to close so this is what we can get. You eat I will see. No not possible, how

I woke up quite early coz I had to visit my historical dreamland before my mehendi. I could really imagine how I would be looking after my mehendi, all tired drained out and sitting and chatting with everyone. A day past, I did not meet him but was missing him. This lifetime love- not for one generation for generation after generation was wonderful. I opened the book and landed up in my dreamland. Chakrapani cooked up stories and escaped to meet his lady love in Bijolia. Pratap this side was very disturbed with his thoughts, did not know what that strange feeling was which he was developing for that stranger. For him this was new. He was in a dilemma. He rushed to the palace so that he could practice and distract himself from all this. He took the forest way. He reached a lake nearby to have a bath. He went into the lake and did his daily duties. He was under the water when she came into the scene with no one all alone. She was wearing a simple lehenga and she went near the lake.

I was almost asleep but did not forget to write my dairy 20 June 2015                                                                                    10 pm Dear dairy, One of days that would be in my memories forever. Not only this, the different things this day taught me would be passed on to my children one day then to my grandchildren and so on. This day could be remembered as my haldi day. I didn’t meet Pratap today but the book I got from Udaipur compensated the loss. As soon as my haldi was over I changed and asked the stranger of the book to take me to the historical era. The stranger took me there; it was like Doremon taking Nobita to his part or future through time machine- a cartoon that fantasized me ever since. I was in again in Bijolia palace. A letter arrived there, Hansa read it. It said          Hansa aap kaise hai? Hume apke yaad aa raha hai parantu hum apse milne nahi aa sakte. Hume kshama kar dijiye ki hum apke beti ke namkaran mein nahi aa sakte. Hum ne