Leela lived in her dream world. A world she knit together for herself and her prince, Kunjachan. She scolded herself for doing those things, very unchristian things with Kunjachan. It was a moment’s heat and Leela prayed in repentance.
She vowed to herself that she would only touch him and let him touch her only after her marriage.
But there was a problem. She was rich and he, son of an ordinary daily wager who worked for her father.
Still, there was hope. Father wanted someone as a foster son-in-law, and Kunjachan may fit the bill.
With the relatives came proposals about this boy there, that boy there, nice family, almost all from Malabar. The house lit up with laughter and nostalgia. The festival mood has started and there were children all around, dancing, running, hopping, and figh
