“You look like an angel, ketu. As ancestors say, Daughters always look more beautiful than their wife. You surpassed the beauty of Pooja in this dress.” Ram uncle said, making me smile.
“I bless you, shine more than the diamonds in your dress, today and every other day, making everyone happy around you.” Oh! the stones in the dress are diamonds? That's why it glitters this much than the ordinary stones. Oh my god! I have to be careful with the dress.
“thanks, uncle!”
“No more uncle, Call me dad.”
“No, sorry! It's my rights, No dad nor appa(dad in tamil), also No naina(dad in Telugu)" those are the ways I used to call him.
“Okay, No problem. Have those words patent rights with you, Krishnan. She will call me papa and that's my right, from now on.” He smiled at dad, I looked a
