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Hey Friends. 🤗

So here comes Part 2, with my conclusion for the tale. 😊 As I mentioned in the Preface, the short story by Frank Stockton, on which this fic is based, has an open ended climax. The reader has to conclude, based on her/his analysis, whether the Princess directs her lover to open the door behind which stands the Lady; or the door behind which crouches the tiger. Crouching Tiger/ Hidden Lady. 😆 🤣

I have done my best to evaluate a plausible alternative, given the facts in the case, which I have amended to suit SwaRagini land. 😉 This is but one of a number of logical, creative solutions which might be found. Please do give your own versions, the more the merrier. Let's have a whale of a time discussing the various permutations and combinations possible. 😆

And now, onwards...

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Lakshya turned away from the royal pavilion, turned away from Princess Ragini's fervent, meaningful gaze; and strode determinedly to the door on the right. As he neared the door, the occupants of the Royal pavilion saw that the Princess blanched a pale, ghastly shade; all color blanching instantaneously from her normally blooming complexion of peaches and cream, ivory and rose. She involuntarily staggered to her feet, her eyes blazing with a mute, fervent appeal to her lover to turn around and look at her. Her hand was outstretched, a strangled, keening cry erupting from her throat; which was, however, drowned out by the excited hubbub of the massive crowd in the amphitheater.

For Princess Ragini realized, how her beloved Lakshya had once again, displayed the lack of cogent reasoning and perceptiveness which was his Achilles' heel.

It was very simple, you see. Lakshya had been facing her, looking towards her, when he had silently asked the question with his glance---'which? which door should I open?'. Princess Ragini had, as we have seen, replied with a silent gesture in an instant, though days and nights had been spent, agonizing over her decision. Though she had been, it must be admitted, sorely tempted at times to consign him to open the door behind which crouched the ravenous tiger, in the end, she could not bring herself to do so. Her obsessive, all consuming, near crazed adoration for Lakshya meant that either fate to which he could be consigned, was utter hell for her. Either she would be subjected to the worst torture of anguish, hearing his screams as he was mauled to death by the starving big cat. Else she would burn in the hellfires of jealousy and separation, seeing him wed to another; and that too the Lady Swara, whom Princess Ragini regarded with a jealous, suspicious dislike.

But in the end, Princess Ragini's near-barbaric adoration, her worship for Lakshya won through. She could not see him die in this fashion, though a part of her own soul would wither and die, seeing him become united in wedlock with another. But with the courage and valor that flowed in her veins, passed on from generation through generation of valiant warriors and proud queens, Princess Ragini stoically accepted her fate. She girded herself, to face all the long years of her life, alone and companionless, always pining for her one true love.

But even the best intentioned of plans have weaknesses. You see, Princess Ragini had raised her arm to indicate that Lakshya should proceed to open the door, behind which was concealed the Lady Swara. Lakshya, facing her, thought that she had raised her right arm. What the charming fool did not realize, that since he was facing her, it was actually her left arm that she pointed with, not her right!!

She meant for him to open the left door, but Lakshya, impetuous, callow and logically fallible as ever; proceeded to the door on the right! Behind which crouched the ravenous, ferocious tiger!!

A weaker hearted person than the Princess Ragini would have fainted in shock, in the agony of dread. But she was made of sterner stuff, had a ferocious, martial spirit flowing through her. She gazed in horrified fascination, desperately willing her lover to glance back at her, so she could alert him to his error.

But as the saying goes, fools rush in, where angels fear to tread. Lakshya did not hesitate a moment, before opening the door on the right. Princess Ragini steeled herself for the bound of the great beast upon the person of her lover, for his keening cries and yells as he was mauled and torn asunder...

But lo and behold!!! It was nothing short of a miracle!!! A stunned silence descended on the amphitheater, a silence so profound, one could have heard a pin drop. And then, an excited hubbub started, with first one voice, then another, raised in a merry cheer, a spontaneous outburst of joy. Princess Ragini burst into tears of ecstatic, shocked joy.

For it was not the tiger which lay concealed within, but the Lady Swara. She was decked in an ornate, embellished shadi ka joda. A beautiful, exquisite, shimmering creation in shades of rose pink, champagne and silver. She was glowing with such a sublime light of joy and contentment, that she seemed to be lit up from within. And the reason was not too hard to discern-----for she was not alone, behind that door. Clasping her hands with passionate intensity, a look if intense, potent adoration on his face; was the much beloved, very popular Prince Sanskaar. The Commander in chief of the kingdom's armies, the people's champion, the most valorous Knight errant of their empire.

He was himself dressed in the elegant raiment of a bridegroom, a Lucknowi Kurta in a shade intermediate between saffron and tangerine; over a cream colored Pathani salwar. Completing the ensemble was a fitted bandhgala jacket that emphasized the broad musculature of his chest and shoulders; the garment a lovely, deep gray; with the sheen and iridescence of a pigeon's feather. A matching gray turban embellished with a string of pearls and a solitary ruby, made him look the dashing Prince that he was.

The couple had no eyes for anyone but each other, it scarcely mattered to them that the enormous amphitheater crowded with people was now cheering them on, rapturous at this vision of young, exuberant love. A love so deep, so pure and so intense, that it had the courage to face any storms that might buffet it, any obstacles and hurdles that might be strewn in its path.

And lo and behold----a little bit behind the couple, further into the room, stood the priest who had clearly just finished solemnizing their wedding. The band of choristers and a group of joyous ladies in waiting, started blowing cheerily on golden horns and conch shells, heralding the wedding even as they showered fragrant rose petals upon the new couple.

The Priest, a jolly man with a twinkling eye, decided to milk the situation for all the effect it was worth. And besides, he was as impressed with the beauty of the sublime love this golden couple shared, as was anyone else in that august gathering. "Prince Sanskaar...", the Priest said with a smile. "It is not traditional in our wedding customs, of course. But if you and your Princess Swara so desire, you may kiss your bride!!"

Of course, neither Prince Sanskaar nor the Lady (now Princess) Swara, needed to be told twice. With a mischievous smile on his sculpted lips, Sanskaar twirled Swara into his arms, and held her snugly, in a warm, loving embrace. And then, even as she smiled up into his eyes with rapt adoration, he leaned down to press his lips to hers; a light, lingering caress which grew subtly more vigorous and intense as the moments went on. Neither it seemed, cared for the thousands of people watching them; who were initially silent with amazement, but then burst into rapturous, spontaneous applause. The Priest also joined in the merriment; but the loudest cries of acclamation and joy of all, were of the Princess Ragini! Lakshya of course, had a happy, if slightly vacant smile on his face, He was still trying vainly to process all the surfeit of information before him. Give Lakshya too many details at one go, and one had to wait for him to make sense of it all. Ah well, a bright intellect is not everything in life, after all...

Finally, Prince Sanskaar reluctantly unfastened his lips from his wife's, both gasping for breath and a little dizzy, from the intensity of their kiss. He strode out of the door into the grounds of the amphitheatre, holding his bride close to him, looking up at the royal box with his customary bold, fearless gaze. "What is the meaning of this, Sanskaar?!!!" thundered the brutal, harsh voice of his uncle; the King Durga Prasad Maheshwari. Sanskaar merely inclined his head respectfully, but in his eyes was the steely resolve and iron will, which indicated he was not going to bend over backwards. At a glance from him, Swara gracefully curtsied, even as Sanskaar bowed slightly from the hip. "We seek your blessings, Uncle", he said blandly. "Blessings for what???!!" thundered the King. "For our marriage, of course, Uncle." said Sanskaar, his voice serene and tranquil; but with an underlying core of steel. "The Lady Swara and I loved each other, I think most people were aware of it, though we had not yet made a formal announcement. I could in no way tolerate or countenance the fate you were planning to visit on her through no fault of hers, Uncle. And punish me too, in the bargain!! Neither me nor Swara were involved in the case you sought to build against Lakshya----so why should we have paid the price? I have now married her, so she is Princess Swara now----my bride, the daughter in law of the House of Maheshwaris. And Uncle---while you have my loyalty and my love; I shall not be swerved from my adoration, my rights and my duties towards my wife. Let us lead our lives in peace, Uncle. You owe me that!"

Durga Prasad Maheshwari was fuming in rage and distress. He would have ideally liked nothing better than to order the door behind which crouched the tiger, to be opened. And to see it devour Lakshya, Prince Sanskaar and Lady (now Princess) Swara, in one fell swoop! But he knew he had to be cautious. His justice system was codified and well accepted---which meant, that by opening the door behind which stood the Lady (now Princess) Swara, Lakshya had been deemed not guilty, and not to be subjected to the punishment of death. Even if the King so desired, Lakshya could not now again be tried for the same 'crime', though of course, everyone in the kingdom knew that he was, in fact, 'guilty' of having loved the Princess Ragini and of being loved by her in return.

And more importantly----he could not afford to antagonize Prince Sanskaar. He was the most pwerful, premier Knight errant of the empire, as we have already seen. And he was the Commander in Chief of their Army. If Durga Prasad attempted to deal unjustly and harshly with him, he knew only too well, that his army would rise in rebellion. There would be mutiny of such a large scale, that his Empire would crumble. And besides, his own younger brother--Prince Sanskaar's father Ram Prasad Maheshwari; the autonomous Governor of the fertile and prosperous eastern states of his empire, would undoubtedly take severe umbrage at any such fate meted out to his son and new daughter in law. Surely, he would throw off his allegiance to his elder brother, and might even join hands with the enemy?

And so it was, that with an ill grace which he barely managed to conceal, Durga Prasad Maheshwari accepted the wedding of his nephew with the Lady Swara. But his travails were far from over. For, as the Priest cheerfully reminded, it was tradition (just as the amphitheater and the two doors of justice system was a tradition), that the King would grant one wish to the newly married couple in the royal family. It was a tradition dating back to antiquity; before history, before legend, before myth. And no King could afford to break with a tradition so hallowed---for if he did so, then all the other hallowed traditions of the Empire would be broken too.

Durga Prasad therefore had to gnash his teeth, clench his pugnacious jaw; and ask Prince Sanskaar, "What is it that you wish for, Nephew?' He thought to himself, that Sanskaar might probably ask for a few more provinces as his jagir, perhaps a couple of palaces or forts in addition to those he already commanded.

But Sanskaar and Swara were nothing if not clear sighted. He glanced quickly at his wife, and saw from her glowing smile, that their thoughts in this question, as always, were in sync.

Raising his eyes fearlessly to his barbaric uncle's, Prince Sanskaar spoke firmly "My wish is that you consent to the wedding of my cousin, Princess Ragini, with the man she loves---Lakshya Gadodia. No, Uncle!! You shall not react in this manner! It is your pledged word, remember. You are obliged to honor my wish at the time of my wedding, I know the rules and traditions of our great kingdom. And this is what I desire that you grant. Priest, could you please acquaint my uncle with the tradition, if he so desires?"

The Priest started intoning the history behind the practice, but Durga Prasad had had enough. Semi-barbaric he might have been, but he knew which battles to fight, and when to concede defeat with dignity. There was nothing more to be done here, the more he fought, the more he would pillory himself in the eyes of his subjects. And he knew very well, that the most popular member of the ruling dynasty was not himself, but his nephew.

Faced with no alternative, hemmed in by Prince Sanskaar's well planned tactical maneuvers, Durga Prasad gave in. He gave his blessings to the wedding of his daughter, the imperious, sublimely gorgeous Princess Ragini, with the courtier Lakshya Gadodia.

Quite a while later, the 2 young couples sat together in a room and exultantly discussed the events of the day. Lakshya still looked stunned, as if someone had clobbered him over the head with a blunt object. He was not too sure how the chain of events had unfolded that day, though the net result was something very pleasing to him indeed. To be rescued from the jaws of a tiger, and then to be united in matrimony with the Princess he loved (though Ragini did remind him of a Tigress in many ways!!) He had certain doubts though, which his rather lumbering mind was slowly coming to terms with.

"So my bachcha..." he cooed at Ragini. He had decided, now that he was married to her, to call her bachcha. His bachcha. So cute, thought Ragini with a fond smile at him. Though, she thought, with the level of thought process and maturity which was on display, it was perhaps Lakshya who deserved to be called bachcha. Ah well...thought Ragini to herself. Never mind. She would bring the brains to this relationship. She was bringing the beauty too, but hisab-kitaab was not good in marriage, no? Lakshya was her cuddly poo, sweetie koo, after all!!

"Achcha, tell me", Lakshya continued. "You said you were horrified about the mistake I made about the doors? What had I done?"

"Aaaooowww Gaaawwwd, Lakshya, have you still not realized?" asked Ragini, even as Swara shook her head in commiseration, clasping Ragini's hands tight in sympathy. Sanskaar raised a furry, sardonic brow at Lakshya, giving him a profound W*F expression.

It was Sanskaar, who finally spoke. "Lakshya...you see that mirror there, in the corner? Please just go face it. Raise your right hand, and then your left. Try to figure out which arm you;re actually raising, and which one you seem to be raising in the mirror. Do you get me?"

Lakshya was gone a good time. And when he came back, the light of comprehension was shining from his earlier somewhat vacuous eyes. "Achachachachacha!!" he exclaimed. "So that is the secret! Bachcha, you wanted me to open the door on the left, but I went to the right? Because I thought you had raised your right hand, whereas it was really your left, since I was facing you? Correct? Aaaooowww Gaaawwwd, am I smart or what?"

Sanskaar raised a sardonic brow once again. He started counting to hundred, waiting for Lakshya to ask the next question, since there was indeed more to come, which he hadn't figured out. A sudden, shocked look finally crossed Lakshya's face, transforming that rather vapid, vacuous expression which had earlier flitted across it.

He gasped in shock. "Bachcha!! But if you wanted me to go to the left door, that means you wanted me to open the door behind which the tiger was? How could you?!!!!"

"No Lakshya!" said Ragini, fervently. "Swara was hidden behind the door on the left! I have no idea how they switched doors!"

"I'll tell you how, my dear Sis!" said Sanskaar, calmly. "You see, Swara had sent me an urgent message, when it transpired that it was she who was 'selected' for this stupid trial. Neither she nor I had the least intention of leaving things to chance, we love each other and had planned to get married, why should anything interrupt that? Besides, I wanted to ensure your happiness too, my dear. I had already made enquiries and found out behind which door was hidden the tiger, and behind which Swara was concealed. And I know you very well, Ragini. I knew only too well, that you would not rest until you discovered the secret of the doors yourself. I guessed that you would give the signal to Lakshya, and knowing Lakshya, I knew very well that he would confuse left for right, and open the wrong door! So you see, this is what I did: I bribed the guards to exchange the doors, so the tiger was shifted from right door to the left, and Swara from the left door to the right. And you know the rest---how I joined her behind the right door; with the priest and choristers and ladies in waiting in tow, and got our wedding solemnized!"

Ragini smiled then, a look of utter pride at her Bhai. And she flashed a genuine smile of contrition at Swara, too. Ragini clasped Swara's hand earnestly, silently seeking forgiveness for the days and weeks during which she had hated her for so reason. Swara smiled reassuringly at her, clasping Ragini's hand in turn. "We are sisters in law now, You and I", Swara said, smiling. "And if you permit it, I would like us to be like sisters, very good friends too."

"I would like that", said Ragini, even as she hugged Swara warmly. Lakshya looked upon the scene, mouth opening and closing like a kissing gourami. He was stunned out of his wits with what had transpired.

"Wait a moment!! Wait just a moment!! What the Hell is going on here? You guys literally played with my life! Prince Sanskaar----have you thought what could have happened if I had guessed correctly? That I had indeed realized Ragini was indicating left---and not what appeared to be right since I was facing her? Since you had made the switch, had I gone to the door on the left, I would have been mauled by the tiger. Do you realize that??"

Sanskaar raised another exquisitely sardonic, sarcastic brow at that rhetoric, but it was Swara who answered angrily. "Jeejaji, don't speak to my husband like that! What do you think, that Sunny----Oops, I mean, Prince Sanskaar, would not have thought of all eventualities? You see, we had discussed this question threadbare, he and I. We had to analyze all permutations and combinations. And frankly, the likelihood of you correctly interpreting Ragini's hand signal was so remote, as to be practically non existent. In fact, the greater risk we had to contend with, was that Ragini might guide you towards the door containing the tiger! You see, apart from the eventuality that we had correctly guessed, the other possible alternatives were:

Princess Ragini pointing you towards the door of the tiger (the door on the right), and you correctly interpreting her hand signal. This way, since we had already switched rooms, you would have found me and Sunny----Errrmm sorry, Prince Sanskaar, behind the door on the right. You would have been safe anyway.

Princess Ragini pointing you towards the door of the tiger (the door on the right), and you wrongly interpreting her hand signal (since you were facing her). This way, you would have gone to the door on the left; and since we had switched rooms, you would have found the tiger. But wait!! There was a solution for that too, which I shall explain.

Lastly, Princess Ragini pointing you towards the door behind which she thought I was (the door on the left), and you correctly interpreting her hand signal (instead of wrongly since you were facing her; as you actually did, and which we had expected you to do). This way, you would have gone to the door on the left; and since we had switched rooms, you would have found the tiger. But wait!! As I have said, there was a solution for that too, which I shall now explain.

You see, Prince Sanskaar had bribed the guards to feed the tiger very well indeed, with huge quantities of meat; from the night before itself. And there was quite some wine mixed in its water trough. Which means, that even had you (unlikely in the extreme), opened the door behind which the Tiger was, the beast would have been in deep slumber, and done nothing to you. Do you understand? My Husband thought through every eventuality, we discussed all the alternatives and hit upon the perfect solution! Don't underestimate our success in missions when we work together, OK?! "

Lakshya said nothing. He was still trying to work his mind around the permutations and combinations Swara had expertly rattled off. And clearly, by the dazed, goldfish-like look in his eyes, this was far beyond his capability.

And then Sanskaar cut in. "Lakshya..." he said, kindly. "Take all the time you need to work things through, OK? Swara and I are leaving now for a 3 week honeymoon to the Palace-fort in Mehrangarh, you can ask us any doubts you have after we return, 21 days later. It might take you that long to figure things out anyway, no? Bye for now! We wish Ragini and you all happiness!"

And with that, Prince Sanskaar lead his blushing bride out of the room. He was whispering slyly into her ears, detailing with ardor and mischief, all the delicious things he wanted them to do together----and with each other---on their honeymoon.

"Shona..." he husked, his voice sending pleasurable tingles down her spine, even as he placed butterfly kisses on the side of her jaw, rasping his 5 o'clock stubble sensuously against her swan like neck. Swara gasped and trembled with a pleasure so sharp, it was almost an ache-----an ache for Sanskaar, his warmth, his presence, his adoration and love for her. She cherished him so very much. She could not imagine a life without him, she thought, as she clung tightly to him, winding her arms possessively around his powerful shoulders, reaching her hands up to curl her fingers into the wavy locks on the nape of his neck. Sanskaar pulled her closer and Swara melted against him, sighing with the pleasure, both of them glorying in the way her body responded to his. His lips locked with hers then, as their mouths molded and fused together in an ecstasy of passion. Sanskaar's lips were warm and firm; he feasted on her mouth with a blend of immense hunger and poignant tenderness.

Swara felt her own lips part in a rapturous bliss, felt Sanskaar slide his tongue inside her, to dance and tangle sensuously with her own. She was conscious of nothing but the urge to melt against him, to hold him close, to subsume her very self into his, and to have him become a part of her in turn.

When they parted for breath a considerable time later, both stood gazing at each other, chests heaving and breaths racing with the intensity of their ardor for each other. "I think..." said Sanskaar in a voice which was husky and hoarse, which remained coherent only through the exercise of his sheer will power, "I think we better wait till we get to our honeymoon destination, don't you agree, my dear wife? We wouldn't want to be caught in a heated make out session in the halls of this palace now, would we?"

Swara blushed and hid her face in the crook of Sanskaar's neck, inhaling the wonderful scent of his body, a warm woodsy, musky scent which could set her aflame and yet fill her with an immense sense of belonging, of peace. He was home to her. Her refuge, her sanctuary. And she was the same for him. They were destined to not just build a home together, but a universe, all their own. With each as the center of the others' world.

"Shall we leave, biwi? Our honeymoon apartments await us...We have a lot to do in each room, don't we?" laughed Prince Sanskaar, his eyes shining and sparkling in mischief and ardor. And indeed, they would have a wonderful time on their honeymoon----for it was to the Mehrangarh fort that they were going----one of the grandest palaces in India. Described as The work of angels, fairies and giants.

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They would spend a wonderful, sublime time there indeed, 'christening' each elegant apartment, as Prince Sanskaar devilishly like to term it. It was a magical honeymoon, one that dreams and fantasies are made of. And what made it all the more special was that is was all too real---the immense love and faith that Prince Sanskaar and Princess Swara had in each other, made it so.

And what of the other young couple of this tale, you may ask, dear readers? The exquisitely beautiful Princess Ragini and her husband, the Prince Consort Lakshya Gadodia? Well, Lakshya had wanted to go for their honeymoon too---with Prince Sanskaar taking his bride to the Mehrangarh fort, Lakshya did hope that he and Princess Ragini might be able to honeymoon at the Amber fort. But alas, his plans were destined to be postponed. For the Princess Ragini, aghast at the mistake which had nearly happened, trembling at the thought that she just might have lost her wee lamb, icky poo, cuddly koo Lakshya, to the jaws and claws of the ferociously striped tiger; decided that he must first re-learn the language of signs and phrases. And so it was that she summoned the venerable munshi, the teacher to generations of royal children. To him she entrusted this unenviable task---within a month, her husband was to be brought up to speed with the principles of physics, chemistry and biology; as well as the social sciences of civics, geography and history. Not to mention basic reading of signs and boards.

Lakshya attempted to protest. He wanted to have some 'together time' with his new bride, after all. But Princess Ragini had blushed and told him "Lucky...mera bachcha...it is all for the good, isn't it? I can't have you---ahem! going right on our honeymoon, when I ask you to go left. If you know what I really mean?? So in the interest of having a good time, please do pay attention to the munshi. Especially the biology class. OK, my sweetie koo?"

And thus ends this tale. On a magical note of contentment for Prince Sanskaar and Princess Swara. And a hopeful one for Princess Ragini and Prince Consort Lakshya.

And what of the tiger, you may ask? Oh, he was released back into the jungle, from whence he was trapped. Prince Sanskaar was a nature lover, you see. He did not want the tiger to be harmed. 😊

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Notes and References:

The Mehrangarh Fort and the Amber Forts are both real places. Mehrangarh is one of the most, if not THE most majestic forts in India; with an amazingly beautiful set of exquisitely adorned and embellished apartments. I am sure Prince Sanskaar and Princess Swara would have a lovely honeymoon there!

The photos of the Mehrangarh fort have been sourced from the internet. No copyright infringement intended, all credit to the uploaders.

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Posted: 8 years ago

I cannot wait - I so loved the discussion we had, and now I am all eager to see how you twist it to suit Swaragini.😆

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Posted: 8 years ago

Well I loved the adaptation for SwaRagini and since I loved the solution we discussed which is definitely more suitable than the non SwaRagini resolution, I shall abstain.

I just want the other readers to give their two cents.😊

love,

Nyna

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Me me me me me me me and me

P. S right now I am so sad with my zero progress in btm. Well if you cant write the read to your hearts content.. My new motto and new work of yours is more than welcome 😃

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Posted: 8 years ago

Part 1 posted on Page 1, guys. 😊

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My Dearest Nivi, Sanya, Nynu and Nita 🤗🤗

So very touched by the advance Res's. 😳 ☺️ Updated Part 1 on Page 1. 😊

Love,

---Viji

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Posted: 8 years ago

Hey Viji,
Res for part 1..
Love,
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Originally posted by: Cogito_Ergo_Sum
My Dearest Nivi, Sanya, Nynu and Nita 🤗🤗

So very touched by the advance Res's. 😳 ☺️ Updated Part 1 on Page 1. 😊

Love,

---Viji

Dear Viji,

I have already updated my view - I abstain - my original solution not valid in this scenario and the one we discussed, not to be revealed now.

Let us see what the rest of them come up with😉

love,

Nyna