For a few seconds, everyone is stunned. Then Ila breaks the silence. "Doctor….." then she, too, becomes speechless.
They all seem to be like a pack of children eagerly awaiting the announcement of a picnic.😃 The doctor smiles at them. "Ji haan……Jassi ko ek healthy baby boy hua hai, aur Baby aur mother, dono bilkul theek hai…!"
Amrit:( fervently) Babaji ka laakh-laakh shukar hai!!!! (rushes to the small shrine in the corridor and bows her head)
Puru: Nandu beta, zaraa ghar mein phone kar ke sabko inform toh kar do….unhe chinta ho rahi hogi.
Nandu: (nodding beamingly) Theek hai uncle….main ration ke dukaan par phone kar ke keh deta hun ki wo ghar mein khabar pahuncha de….kyunki ghar mein toh kisi ka network milega nahin! (smart Mr.Verma, as always!😛)
Billu: (nearly bursting with happiness) Nurse, main andar ja ke apni Queen….apni Jassi se mil sakta hun?
Nurse: Sure!
They all file in reverently, as if entering a place of worship. The sight before them can, indeed, be described as sacred and awe-inspiring:
Jassi is sitting up in bed, her baby in her arms. There is a look of awed wonder on her face, as if she has been touched by something holy. Girlish innocence and womanly love mingle on her face. (Only Mona could have enacted this scene👏.)
Armaan is sitting next to her, his arms tenderly around her—around them. His gaze flits back and forth between the baby and his mother, as if he does not know whom to love more. All three look luminous, as if they might actually be angels. ❤️❤️❤️
Jassi's parents, Armaan's parents, and Jassi's best friend, stop short in gratitude at this sight. It takes a few seconds before anyone reacts.
Armaan bends over and strokes his son's cheek with the most feather-light touch. Then he kisses Jassi's cheek, equally tenderly. She is not looking at him, yet seems to be suffused by his presence. 😳
Just then, Ila steps forward to hug them. They look up for the first time, only now noticing the presence of the others. They blush deep, deep red.😉
For the next few minutes, everything is a flurry of exclamations and congratulations. All 5 visitors come forward, one by one, to hug the young parents and give them their blessings. They fight over the baby like children vying for a toy. Finally Puru, holding him in his arms, asks the inevitable question:
"Hum apne Junior Armaan ko kya bulayenge, kisi ne kuch socha hai?"
Ila: (eagerly) I was thinking….how about Krish? It's a lovely name.
Nandu: (chuckling) Haan…..phir ye bhi bada ho kar superhero ban jayega! Waise uncle, Hrithik bhi achcha naam hai!😕
Amrit shoots Billu a glance of alarm. 😆He whacks Nandu lightly. "Abe chal…ye filmi naam nahin challenge mere naati ke liye…..isse toh hum Veer Singh bulayenge….taaki yeh bada hoke khoob himmatwala bane….tere jaisa nikamma nahin!"
Amrit nods, but now it is Ila's turn to be alarmed. JandA laugh at their expressions.
Armaan: Relax everyone. Hum dono ne apne Junior ka naam bahut pehle hi decide kar liya tha…kyun Jassi?
He gives her a meaningful glance, making her blush.😳
Jassi: Haan…..jab Armaan pehli baar Amritsar aaye the, aur humne saath-saath Harmandir Sahib pe maatha teka tha, tabhi iss naam ki buniyaad pad gayi thi.
Armaan: Babaji ke aashirwaad ke kaaran, aaj hum sab log saath hai….issliye hamare bte ka naam hoga—
Ashish!!👏
Tomorrow: Homecoming😳
