The team of doctors checked her grandfather's blood pressure and pulses. They noted down the reading in the daily chart. The surgeon looked at her grandfather and said, “You are fit as a fiddle. I suppose I have to let you go in a day or two.”
Her grandfather smiled and replied in that tone of unselfconscious candour that patients reserve for doctors, “Ah, then I can start watching aarti. You know doctor; this is the first time that I missed the Ganga aarti at the ghat. I have been present there every single day of my life so far.”
“But Sharma, you may be fit but you can't stress yourself by going in the crowd,” the doctor advised.
“No no, I won't go because Chaaya showed me the live streaming of the aarti on her laptop last evening. And I am fit only because of my Chaaya. Her presence
