System

Chapter - I

Shrey! I have always been a curious spectator of his words, deeds and actions. But today, unlike old times, I am looking at him interacting confidently with our peers. A person exuding confidence is supposed to stand out effortlessly in a crowd—not because they seek attention, but because their presence is naturally commanding. But then, there used to be a Shrey 17 years ago, full of persona and confidence but failing to establish his command for no fault of his own. 
Maybe, his achievements have started talking for him now. 

He looked back at me, smiled gently and gestured "Jwel" with a waive. I waived back at him with a smile. With an unwavered gaze, gritty eyes and a gentle smile playing on his lips not forced but calm and assured, he started walking towards me. His prosthetic right leg took part in the process with measured determination, each step marked by a soft clink that echoed faintly. His gait was steady, deliberate—part machine part muscle—yet carrying the 
ease of someone long accustomed to moving forward, outweighing the past.

I watched him approach,with a smile blooming across my face. It wasn’t the kind of smile meant for strangers; it was the kind that carried stories, memories and silent encouragement. As he neared, I felt a deeply knowing  pride glittering my face.As he drew closer, I tilted my head and with a widened enough smile I couldn't  help murmur to myself, 'I see you, I've always seen you Shreyas!'

With a food plate balanced carefully in one hand, he reached out with the other and dragged a chair beside me. He
moved with practiced ease, the quiet clink of his prosthetic leg barely noticeable amid the rustle of the gathering. Settling into the seat, he placed the plate down and looked at me with that same gentle smile—unhurried, unbothered, as if this moment is the only surety but somehow there was a calm between us, unspoken but loudly distant, yet that chair he pulled wasn't just a seat but a place reclaimed. 

"Jwel! Hey.."
"Hi Shrey."

"Long time!"
"Yes. But newspapers keeps us updated about you" 

He did not hide his pleasure but regained his state and inquired back,"How are you?  How is Veer?"

That's how it has always been, his disabilities has never been a topic of our conversation, atleast never a subject of my interest in any of our convos. I replied," I am ok. Veer is doing great and you might be looking at a mother of two kids, two boys to be exact."

He couldn't contain his excitement when he heard about kids and laughed widely saying. " Wow, you have created quite the tale for yourself too."

"You married ?"

"Not yet, but I am seeing someone. She used to be a colleague then she switched to research. Now submitted her papers for the final revision and waiting the feeds. Her name is Nithya."

"She is so you, next time I am thinking I will meet her too."

With a vivid expression of joy he replied:
"Pleasure will be mine but I am glad that you said next time.."

I felt silence slowly creeping into my thoughts reminding me of that day. But he kept on talking as if he didn't want to change the joyous mood or he has long forgotten that incident to my relief.

We kept on talking into the evening..
After bidding farewell to everyone in the gathering, we had already decided that I will be dropping Shreyas in the station. 

On checking my phone to dial the driver, I saw messages from Veer and thought he might be returning soon. When I dialed driver he told he has parked outside and is having his dinner and will be back in 10 minutes. 

By the time, Shrey approached me carrying his backpack. 

"Oh! You travel light.."

"No, I have been staying at home for a week now. Uncle is selling the house."

"I see. How's Renu aunty and Babubai"

"I am not in touch with Babubai, I believe he left to his village after Nirmal leaving for his studies. Renu aunty is doing well." 

"Ok. How's Nirmal ?"

"I honestly don't know and I don't care even. I have heard he might not be coming back." 

"Then why are they selling the house."

"They have constructed another house, compact, easy to manage and within a well established township. This house in the suburbs has lost taste."

I could see my car arriving from distance. I raised my hand to signal the driver. He gestured back at me. 

"I see. So you are here to help them ?"

"Yes that too. But I have my old stuff and some of dads things as well which needs to be moved out. And seems Uncle is deciding on selling some ancestral properties as well, so he might need my signatures as well. He has grown really old and exhausted."

Jokingly I remarked," I am seeing a grin on your face." 

He laughed and replied, "Not really, I am that son he is actually proud of raising up.."

I did not attempt to cross him nor did he attempt to complete that sentence. 
By the time, my driver arrived with the car. I was opening the door and that's when he slowly walked to the left side and opened the door and slowly got in.

"So tell me, how's Veer."

"You know him. He never gets tired of work, so it goes on. He is away at work site for some acquisition related meeting and had texted me sometime back about cracking it." 

"Same old Veer and same old you. His need to keep you updated on everything and your hardship to keep track of the information he shares." He remarked with a determination that he cracked our code.
"And how about your kids?"

"Both are sweet kids. Elder one is Vivaan and is studying in 5th std. I think he is like Veer, matured and all of that. Younger one is 6 years old, dreamy and more like me. His name is Ayaan."

"Nice. You still into artistry?"

"Yes, still.., very much into that. So you tell me, did I end up becoming the same person you thought I would be."

"Yeah, I think so.."

I sensed a pause in between but I had to say what was in my mind, "But you know what, I thought you would somehow end up becoming a great doctor. and I meant it, a great doctor."

" Well, I talked a great deal about them and their work only because I always needed their aid for one or the other thing. But as much as there is relief there was also something deeply disturbing about their aura, which I hated."

"Oh, I didn't know that." 

"I think I never shared that with anyone and you never realized it because you prefer to stay on the surface of matters. And trust me, not in a bad way but I liked that about you too."

I knew he would want to imply on my character and maybe also would want to talk about what is going on in my mind and find out more things about me just like old times. But I consider myself to be a plain person and my thoughts were always simple and straight forward. I asked him, "So tell me, why Robotics?"

"I have always loved machines. I needed them, my health, wellness and now even my fitness needs them. And the way, they correlate with human mind and helps in defense excites me."

"Wow! even your words inspire me. No wonder why your face shows up on the news every time."

He simply smiled back and continued..
"But I have something in my mind where I can contribute my technology to the public health system, especially in childcare sector."

He went on with interest and I listened keenly. It was just 40 minutes ride to the railway station. When we reached there, I asked my driver to go and enquire details of the train. He came back with information that train has already arrived and is parked in platform number two. 

After heeding to him, Shrey turned to me and said with a smile," I guess this is me then."

I gave him a side hug, held his shoulder and almost in a whisper, "I am so happy to have met you today and being able to talk with you like we used to brings back memories of our good old school days. You were so brilliant then and even now, your ideas are limitless Shrey. I am so so proud  of you and your achievements and trust me, I have always believed in you."

I could see the delight in his eyes and honestly the way I see him and appreciate his being is what holds him closer to me that anyone else, even now.
With what looks like a guys blush, he just replied to me, "I know that and I am so glad that we met again today. I could talk to you this long and you still listen to each and every word of mine. Thank you so much!
I have to leave now but I expect to keep in touch this time."

"Yeah me too." 

"My regards to Veer and kids"

"Introduce Nithya to me" 

"I have talked about you to her but yes, soon I will"

"Yeah, see you guys soon then."

Chapter - II

Veer called in the evening to inform me that he got held up and will be back home by tomorrow evening. Completely absorbed in the tasks at hand, that's what Veer has been ever since I know him which I actually don't recall since when.  Days can pass without him coming home, and while I admire his dedication it can be tough on us at home. 

But when he finally walks through the door, it’s like a switch flips. He transforms from a focused professional into the loving husband and father I know so well. He dives into our world with enthusiasm, filling our home with laughter and warmth reminding us all that no matter how long he’s been away his heart is always right here with us. 

As I tucked Vivaan and Ayaan into bed, the soft glow of the nightlight cast a warm hue over their sleepy faces. I could see the exhaustion in their eyes, but I knew this news would definitely brighten them up.

“Hey, you two,” I said gently settling on the edge of the bed. “I have some exciting news about Dad.”

Vivaans’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Is he coming home soon?”

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. “Yes! He’s been working really hard, but he’ll be home tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you both.”

Ayaan’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? He’ll be here for dinner?”

“Absolutely!” I replied, tucking the blanket snugly around them. 

Vivaan giggled with infectious  enthusiasm. “And we can play that new board game afterwards!”

“Exactly,” I said, feeling my heart swell with love. “He’s been missing you so much. When he comes home, he’ll be all in with us, just like always.”

Vivaan yawned, his eyelids drooping. “I missed him so much.”

“Me too,” Ayaan chimed in, his voice softening. “I miss him.”

I leaned down kissing each of their foreheads. “Get some rest, my loves. Tomorrow will be a special day.”

As I turned off the light and stepped out of the room, I felt a wave of warmth wash over me and the room fell into a peaceful silence filled with the promise of what tomorrow holds for them.

As I walked down the dimly lit hallway, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet felt comforting in the quiet of the night. I paused for a moment outside their room, listening to their gentle breathing and smiled. 

Entering my own room, I took a deep breath letting the day’s worries slip away. The familiar scent of lavender from the diffuser enveloped me as I climbed into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I reached over to switch off the overhead light, plunging the room into a cozy darkness.

With a flick of the switch I turned on the bedside lamp, its warm glow illuminating the pages of the book I had been reading. I settled back against the pillows, the soft light casting gentle shadows around the room. As I opened the book the words danced before me, but my mind kept drifting back to thoughts of Veer and the joy of his return. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

Yes, Veer. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know him. He was my father’s best friend’s son, and from my earliest memories, he felt like an older cousin to me. Growing up, I admired his confidence and the way he seemed to know everything. He was always there as a constant presence in my life and I cherished the bond we shared, even if I didn’t fully understand it at the time.

Our parents had fixed our alliance when we were just kids, a promise made long before we could even grasp its significance. Unaware of the weight of what is meant to be befallen on us, we played together during family gatherings. As we grew older, the dynamics began to shift. What started as innocent friendship gradually blossomed into something deeper. I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t anticipated. The playful teasing turned into meaningful conversations, and the shared moments became more intimate. I began to see him not just as a family friend, but as someone who understood me in a way that no one else did.

With each passing year, our connection deepened. Just like I navigated the complexities of my adolescence by sharing dreams, fears and even aspirations with him, I realized that the alliance our parents had arranged was not just a formality; it was a beautiful foundation for a love that grew gradually between us. The more time we spent together, the more I understood that he was not just a part of my family’s future, but a vital part of my own heart.

Chapter - III

As I am getting ready, I’m diving headfirst into my own self. I’m talking about a long relaxing bath, my favorite skincare routine and picking out that outfit that always makes me feel like a million bucks. Each little ritual feels like a throwback to the good old days and I can’t help but smile at the memories. It’s not just about looking good; it’s about feeling that spark again and bringing all the good vibes back.

As I brush my hair and swipe on my favourite lip shade, I felt the excitement bubbling up inside me as I prepare to see Veer. I want him to see not just how I look, but the vibrant energy that’s always been a part of me which I once assured he brings out in me. 

He reached home by 6 as we three were waiting patiently in the living room. 

The moment finally arrived when he entered through the door looking sharp in his tailored navy suit. The fabric hugged his frame perfectly accentuating his athletic build. His crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the jacket and a sleek tie added a touch of sophistication. 

However, it was clear that exhaustion lingered in his eyes, a testament to the long days he had to endure. The way he rubbed the back of his neck from time to time hinted at the stress he had faced. Yet despite the fatigue, he radiated warmth and love as he stepped into the room. His smile, genuine and bright instantly lit up the space. It was as if he might have carried the weight of the world on his shoulders but was determined to share his heart only with us.

As he approached, I couldn’t help but admire the details of his outfit. The suit was perfectly tailored with sharp lapels and a subtle sheen that caught the light just right. His shoes were polished to perfection reflecting his attention to detail. Even his watch, a classic timepiece added an air of elegance to his overall look. It was clear that he had put thought into his appearance, wanting to make a good impression despite his weariness just like I did. 

In that moment, all the stress of the day seemed to fade away as he embraced us with open arms. The warmth of his greeting wrapped around me like a cozy blanket, reminding me of the bond we shared. It was a beautiful reminder that no matter how tired he was his love for us shone through.

...

"How was your trip Veer ? It took longer than you actually planned." I asked him without containing my concern and curiosity. 

"Yes, you can't even imagine the kind of problems I had to sort out. It took me days to enquire, research through and even find out just the whereabouts. It was a long and exhausting process but most of all unexpected, having to  convince everyone involved. The constant back-and-forth left me drained but I ensured there would be no conflicts down the line.

And trust me, you dont want to get into the details. Anyhow guess what? That property is ours now, and all the effort was worth it in the end. I already have an idea about how to go forward but lets see how it all goes."

"Congrats on that mister! I knew you would make it at the end. But you should also remember, this time stakes are higher. I want you to win, no matter how." I was honestly waiting to congratulate him. 

I saw thoughts getting onto him. Even I couldn't stop recalling how his last venture, which was also his first individual project, didn't work out and resulted in unexpected losses. Hiis father had to help him out which he did not take well even though he has been a major part of his family's accomplishments since his graduation. 

"Yes I will"

I could see determination in his eyes and sense confidence in his voice which is exactly what I want. I slightly raised a glass saying, "To you."

He corrected me," To us."

I blushed. 

He continued, "How are the kids?" 

"As usual Vivaan was all about his studies, extracurriculars and an occasionally scheduled 'I miss him' in gradually peaking up intensities over the days but he is like you so you know that is the limit of what I get to know about. 

But Ayaan was voicing it out more than usual especially as you are taking him to morning walks these days. I had to  work a bit to calm him down." 

"How is his health?" I could see concern in his eyes when he asked that. 

"He is doing alright, but yes I had to fill in for you but we are doing fine." 

"I see. So tell me about your reunion.." 

"It was so good. I got to meet almost everyone from the batch and you know what some of our old teachers are still working there. I met them as well." 

"How's everyone at hometown?"

I replied, "All are doing well. A few asked about you and kids too." 

"Between, do you remember Shreyas ?  My classmate.. I recently showed his picture in the newspaper about him being  honored." 

"Oh yes, your half-boyfriend," he replied with a grin. "How could I ever forget him?"

I could sense his taunt but without a change of tone I replied, "Yes, you can call him that.."

"So tell me, is he still in love with you ?" 

I had to raise my voice a bit to that, "Yes, he still loves me and I love him too." 

"I see, but you don't have to get angry huh!", he said and smiled.

I had to preach the reality again, I felt. "You see, he never had anyone to support or talk to him at school or even at his home. The only sibling he had was a cousin but he was Shrey's biggest rival. Everyone either bullied him or teased him either for his displeasing appearance, disability or overenthusiastic studiousness. But I couldn't agree with any of them because I could see him for what he is and when we became friends, I totally understood why he is the way he is. Maybe, he considered me his half-sibling, team-ninja or something but I definitely do not consider him any of that but my good friend who proved I have been right since those days."

"That was the millionth time you've said that. Anyways, how's he?" he asked. 

"He is doing amazing. I was surprised to see everyone heeding to him this time. It felt as if everyone is approving his confidence and skills even though it is way too late for that now."
 
"And yes, he might get married soon, so I disapprove of bringing any of these suspicions to his attention when we’re invited to the function."

"Well, I will try." He smiled. 

"After hearing about Ayaan's situation he was quite concerned. So he told me a few details about his NGO which was founded by him and a few of his acquaintances with disabilities. Now, they have more than 650 members as volunteers. They have a better network throughout the world in case of any kind of assistance during medical emergencies. In fact, it felt so great to hear how he is participating in the community to give back to the society. He is also interested in developing advanced intelligent machines for hospitals and child care once he drops off his current projects."

I could see Veer listening to me intently, his eyes fixed on me. He said, "That's some amazing work he's doing there. I think I met him last during that party in your house after the board exams. A decent lad, sharp and brilliant." 

I could see him lost in thought, contemplating his decisions. After a few minutes, he asked me, "Are you ready to rejoin?"

I answered, "I would like to give it some more time. We might be at a point where one of us needs to stay with Ayaan and observe him to decide whether he can go to school or needs to be homeschooled."

"Hmm," Veer remarked. 

Chapter - IV

The alarm rang sharp at 6. As I switched it off, I felt this unexpected wave of energy wash over me. 

“Today’s the day,” I said to myself silently, brushing off the sleep from my eyes. 
I freshened up and walked down the stairs only to spot Ayaan already in his track pants perched on the settee.
With a smile, I approached him and said “You’re ready, huh?”

He replied, “Yes I was waiting! Let’s hit the trail now.”

We stepped out into the crisp morning air. 
“Dad I see you all charged up!” Ayaan said as we started the walk.

“Yeah, I don’t know, Ayaan. Just felt like I finally knew which way I’m headed. You ever get that feeling?”
Ayaan shrugged. “Maybe. Sometimes yes.”

I chuckled and replied to him “That’s the start! Sometimes knowing where to go isn’t about knowing every step, it’s about making the first one.”
Ayaan turned his head and smiled at me. “I've missed you.” He held on to my hands. 
“I missed you too son.” I winked at him and started a light jog. As usual, Ayaan rated up his pace too. 

After about ten minutes, I slowed down and glanced at Ayaan. “Slow down now and tell me how do you feel ?”

Ayaan wiped the sweat from his forehead and shrugged. “I am feeling cold". I could feel the increased palpitation. 

I offered to take rest but he urged to continue the walk, so I told him, "Let's bring a sweater vest for you tomorrow."
He nodded in agreement and continued walking but this time by holding my hands. 

When we returned an hour later, Ayaan sank onto the settee tired and breathing hard. I sat near him to tend to him. That's when Jwala walked towards us with a smile. " Morning both of you."

Ayaan greeted her with a smile despite his tiredness which she noticed and remarked, "That must have been a good walk, isn't it dear?"

"Absolutely mom" and sat back leaning onto my shoulder. 
"Sounds good. Now enough rest, go and freshen up."

When he got up and started walking towards his room, she reminded," Wake up your brother if he is back in his bed and ask him to get ready for school."

.
By the time I went upstairs, freshened up and returned for breakfast in my casuals, she had set the table and is talking to Vivaan while he is having his breakfast. 

“So tell me, Vivaan, when did you get so busy that you don’t have a moment for me anymore?” I asked with a half-smile. 
He looked up, a hint of guilt in his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Dad,” he said quickly. “Things have been hectic lately; special classes in the morning and after school, coach has me doing hurdle training for the upcoming meet.”

He gulped down the rest of his breakfast, slung his bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door. But just before stepping out he came back gave me a quick hug and said, “If you’re free this weekend, I’d love for you to come watch my race. The coach has been asking about you too.”

"Of course, champ. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I replied with a smile.

As Vivaan disappeared around the corner she broke the quiet between us and asked, “Was Ayaan okay during the morning walk today?” 

I thought for a moment and replied, “I did notice his heart racing a bit, but after a short rest he seemed fine again and honestly, he was so happy to be walking with me after weeks.” 

She listened carefully with concern clear in her eyes, then nodded and said, “That’s true. Maybe it’s time we get him checked up. It’s been quite a while.”

“Sure, I’ll make an appointment this week itself”. I replied, setting my plate aside. 
While washing my hands, I added, “By the way, I’ve been thinking about your friend Shreyas’ NGO. I’m even considering volunteering. Could you call him for more details? Maybe you’d like to join too.” 

Her face immediately lit up and she teased, “Wow, did the stars align today or something?” 

I chuckled at her remark and said, “Go ahead and call him, let me know the details.”
I let her know I had an appointment to get to and made my way to the room to change.

Chapter - V

I already knew that arranging a formal appointment and meeting officially would only add needless complications. So when I walked into his office unannounced just as I’d expected Bala Uncle was seated comfortably in his chamber, absorbed in his newspaper. The moment I pushed open the glass door he looked up with a warm smile and remarked, “Ah, if it isn’t the rising star of real estate. Please, please have a seat Veer.” I thanked him politely and sat down. Almost immediately he asked, “So tell me — how on earth did you manage to close that deal? It seemed impossible.”

I smiled and gave him a brief overview. “As you know, it began as a co-working space shared by a few cottage industries. Over time, eight partners decided to pitch in the money and build a factory there. Everything ran smoothly for years until two partner tragically passed away in an accident. Ever since, the property has been locked in a web of disputes among their heirs and the remaining partners. Once they heard I was interested and knowing Dada well they were willing to sell. But the deceased partners families was the real challenge. I had to trace everyone with a claim, settle a few hidden disputes and discreetly smooth over some long-standing tensions. Honestly it took some doing, but in the end it all worked out in my favor.”

He nodded, visibly impressed. “I always thought your brother would be the one to follow in your Dada’s footsteps, but you remind me of him even more.” He paused thoughtfully and then added, “So, what’s next for you?”

Without hesitation, I replied, “You know the place — abundant raw materials, easy transport and a local community eager to support fair and respectful initiatives. I could set up almost anything there, but I’m leaning toward something that genuinely benefits the people as well.". For a moment I looked into his eyes and could sense that he already figured out why I’ve come to him. 

“I truly appreciate your desire to give back to society,” he said warmly. “There aren’t many youngsters these days who approach business with that kind of intention.”

I nodded gratefully as he continued. “If you’re serious about this, there’s actually a promising opportunity I’ve been watching. You know I am a member in the board of MMC Trust. Back in 2016, one of their pediatricians published a notable paper on lactose intolerance in infants, which garnered quite a bit of attention. Around that same time — in 2018, the FSSAI approved the import of specialized formulas that are life-saving for children with inborn errors of metabolism like galactosemia as well as hypoallergenic options. That opened up an entirely new avenue and accelerated their research."

"From what I understand, the R&D work is complete. But at this stage, turning those prototypes into a full-fledged product is being delayed due to slow funding and the general latency in the infant nutrition sector. However, if we take the right steps over the next six to eight years, the infant nutrition industry in India could easily grow into a ₹65,000 crore market. It’s a tremendous opportunity if approached thoughtfully and at the right time.”

“What do you say kid, would you like to take this on?” he asked.

I didn’t have a definite answer at that moment, but his words carried a certain weight I couldn’t ignore. It was clearly a huge opportunity, but I knew I’d need time to reflect on it all before making any commitments. So I simply nodded, genuinely intrigued to hear what more he had to say.

“Yes,” he continued, but this time his tone measured, “think it through properly. Once you decide, just let me know and we’ll take it forward. And don’t worry too much about my involvement, it will be minimal.”

That was exactly what had been on my mind, because I wanted this to be my own venture. 

Almost as if he had read my thoughts, he went on, “You don’t need to overthink my role. The prototypes are owned by the trust, so if I put you as a member in the board, which I can, you’d have access to those prototypes and be able to develop the product and own it but under their flag. And as long as I’m involved, you won’t have to worry about red tape or permissions. Take your time to decide. Trust me, you don’t have to jump into anything overnight. Besides, the trust’s involvement means their hospital and affiliated network would become your first set of customers, which would give you a strong start if you choose to proceed this way.”

After taking in everything he’d said, I replied, “How about I call you on Friday with my decision?”

He smiled warmly and nodded. “That sounds like the right thing to do. Absolutely.”

We exchanged a firm handshake before I took my leave. On the drive home, I could hardly contain my excitement. I kept catching myself repeating Jwala’s words under my breath, “Wow, did the stars align today or something?”..

Chapter - VI

If I was going to collaborate with someone as experienced and well-regarded as Bala Uncle, I knew I needed to come prepared; with a clear plan, a thorough understanding of the product and its market and a well-structured strategy supported by proper terms and conditions. That was exactly why I had asked him for a few days before giving my answer.

When I spoke to Jwala about it, she was not only thrilled but also readily offered to get involved herself. I’d never pursued anything without her approval and having her on board felt incredibly reassuring.

By Friday, rather than calling him I decided to visit Uncle in person with a draft of the proposed agreement. Bala Uncle was genuinely pleased to see me and when I handed him the document, his eyes brightened as he read the title — “Mum.” With a look of appreciation, he began going through the clauses one by one.

A few minutes later, he set the papers aside and smiled. “Very well-researched, thoughtfully drafted. According to this, you’ll take charge of operations and marketing for the product. On behalf of the trust, I’ll manage setup, licensing, approvals and other formalities. If additional funds are required on the trust’s end, you’ll contribute, fair enough. That said, I will act as the acting seat on trust’s representative but I’d also like to invest myself which would also entitle me to equity in the company. As discussed earlier, the trust will help secure the first sales through our hospital network. How does that sound to you, my boy?”

There was hardly anything left to negotiate. With a smile, I nodded in agreement.

He paused thoughtfully before continuing, “One more thing, please make sure to prepare a good presentation for the board. Since the prototype hasn’t been patented yet, if I can get you seated on the board before that happens, we’ll face far fewer hurdles. But don’t worry too much. The meeting will mostly be a formality to introduce you. Consider this deal as good as done.”

I thanked him sincerely and added that his ease in handling even the most complex matters had always inspired me. “If I can grow to be even half as capable as you in the next forty or fifty years,” I told him, “I’d consider my career a success.”

I could tell my words had brightened his day. Laughing warmly, he asked when we should set up the meeting with the board. “How about coming Wednesday?” I suggested and he agreed without hesitation.

I headed home soon after and shared everything with Jwala. She beamed as she listened, squeezing my hands with excitement. “Finally, this is really happening. I’m so happy for you,” she said. “And ‘Mum’ — what a beautiful name. How did you come up with it?”

I smiled and replied, “Honestly, I was thinking about you and Maa the whole time I was working on the draft. So naming it ‘Mum’ felt completely natural. I didn’t have to think too hard at all.”

I could see the quiet happiness shining in her eyes.

Chapter - VII

We sat patiently outside the doctor’s consultation room, a small annex built onto his house near the porch. There was a separate gate and a modest seating area for patients and their companions but people were moving everywhere, spilling into the porch, courtyard, lawn and even settling into the outside sit-out.

Jwala glanced around at the crowd and remarked, “He has quite a lot of patients, doesn’t he? What’s our token number?”

Normally I call one of his assistants, but this time I rang the doctor’s personal number and booked the last appointment. I told him I also had a few other things to discuss with my friend. 

Ayaan sat quietly beside me. I ran my hand over his hair, my thoughts drifting back to when he was just a few months old, the day this pediatrician had first detected a murmur in his heartbeat. That small sound had changed so much for him; surgery, constant follow-ups and years of carefully scheduled routines. Ever since then, his pediatrician Jeeth had become an unspoken part of our lives.

Sometimes Ayaan would ask, “Why do I have to be treated differently? Why can’t I be like all the other kids?” It vexes me at times thinking about the unfortunate fate fallen on my child. 

Jwala’s voice broke my train of thought. “So what number are we?” she asked again.

“We’re the last one,” I replied.

She frowned. “Then why are we already here so early, with all this crowd and noise?”

I just smiled faintly and stayed quiet letting my gaze wander across the waiting area. Patient after patient passed by; each one different, each with their own reason for being here. I was making a mental note of their ages, their faces, the small signs of illness or discomfort. I kept a steady watch and sat there silently.

It took more than two hours before Jeeth came out and ensured that even the last patient for the day had been attended to. 

More than two hours had passed before Jeeth finally stepped out, having seen the last patient of the day. He greeted us with a warm smile and gestured for us to come in. After thanking his assistant, he disappeared into the consultation room ahead of us.

When we took our seats, Jeeth gave Ayaan a friendly smile and pulled the patient’s chair a bit closer. He did his usual checkup with gentle care, then handed him a toffee. “Are you keeping up with everything we discussed?” he asked. Ayaan nodded, replying, “Yes, doctor,” before stepping back to lean comfortably against Jwala’s chair.

Jeeth then glanced at me. “He’s doing fine,” he said reassuringly, “but let’s stay cautious and keep a close watch. We’ll see how things progress.”

I nodded and thanked him as we rose to leave. Jeeth waved us toward the main door and invited us into the house. A short while later, we were seated in the living room chatting with his wife Anjali. After about half an hour, Jeeth joined us and the conversation continued in a much more relaxed and homely atmosphere.

I asked Anjali whether this was the usual crowd, and she chuckled. “This is actually a light day,” she said. “On weekdays it’s even busier — especially after Jeeth comes back from his hospital rounds.”

I nodded, thinking about Jeeth’s calm and composed nature. Soft-spoken and quiet, he always notices even the smallest details. Over the years, I’d come to admire him not only as a skilled and talented doctor, but also as someone with a clear sense of purpose. I’d seen firsthand the persistence and hard work that had earned him his position as one of the youngest assistant heads of pediatrics at MMC. I’ve never been someone who keeps a large circle of friends, and I sensed Jeeth was much the same; driven, focused and selective about who he shares his thoughts with. Perhaps that’s exactly why I felt comfortable approaching him now.

While Jwala and Anjali moved their conversation into the kitchen and Ayaan became lost in his favorite cartoon, I took the opportunity to talk to Jeeth about my new venture — Mum — and asked his thoughts on the infant nutrition industry.

He listened thoughtfully, then smiled. “There will never be a true replacement for breast milk,” he began, “but the demand for infant nutrition is growing for a lot of valid reasons. Given that, the key to this industry is ensuring top-notch quality. The health and well-being of those infants depend entirely on how carefully these products are developed. Cutting corners is not an option.”

As I listened, I thought to myself, This is exactly the kind of attitude I need on my team.

“I decided to take this project on,” I replied, “because of what I’ve seen with Ayaan over the years — the careful diet, the special routines, all the extra attention his condition has required. Being part of the hospital, you’d naturally be involved with Mum, and if you believe it’s truly valuable, I’d be honored to have you take on a bigger role. I can’t think of anyone better suited for this than you.”

He thanked me warmly and assured me he’d give it serious thought and keep me updated in the coming months.

Chapter - VIII

After seeing how impressed the trust was by my presentation, I realized that I was about to become incredibly busy; months and months of work lay ahead. When I glanced over at Bala Uncle, he was watching me with a quiet smile clearly proud of the way I’d pitched the idea.

Within the next two weeks, the trust sanctioned all the necessary permissions. Without losing momentum, we immediately began setting up the factory. Given my well-rounded experience in running food manufacturing units, this was familiar ground but that didn’t make the work any less intense.

Over the next four months, we worked around the clock to bring the facility up to standard and when it was finally equipped and ready to operate, it felt like a tremendous milestone. I’ll never forget the look on my friend Manoj’s face, who was one of the key investors, as he shook my hands so enthusiastically that it felt like my fingers were caught in one of the machines!

The first unit of Mum rolled off the line without a hitch. After a series of rigorous inspections and quality tests, all of which it passed with flying colors, we officially became the approved vendors for five major hospitals across three major cities in our zone. The rollout went smoothly, and Mum was warmly received by doctors, nurses and patients alike.

The positive feedback was immediate and unanimous. With only a few neutral remarks, most were convinced of the product’s superior quality. It truly felt like we had arrived at just the right time, as if the world had been waiting for Mum all along.

But the real magic began when Shreyas and his team from the NGO “We Care” came on board to collaborate with Mum. Their organization had been conducting health campaigns and medical checkups across the country for nearly five years and this time at our request they agreed to wear specially designed tees emblazoned with their “WE CARE” logo in bold. Cleverly incorporated into the design was the Mum logo, positioned so that at first glance it also read as “Welcome MUM.”

Through this partnership, Mum wasn’t just a sponsor; it became part of a well-established, trusted outreach. That gave us a natural and credible platform to introduce Mum to the public. Beyond the campaigns themselves, we expanded the strategy by creating an outreach program in collaboration with local television channels. These broadcasts covered “We Care” initiatives and highlighted volunteers sharing their personal stories — stories of hardship and resilience, of overcoming disabilities and disadvantages for some to achieve remarkable things in their lives.

This heartfelt messaging fit perfectly with Mum’s branding strategy and was entirely supported and sponsored by us. It created a powerful connection between the product and the cause, turning Mum into a name that wasn’t just seen but warmly welcomed into people’s hearts.

Almost two months into retailing, despite all the branding and outreach, Mum was beginning to see a decline in sales. That’s when the board convened an emergency meeting to address the issue. Some members raised concerns that the initial surge of interest couldn’t guarantee long-term success. Others pointed out that copycats and alternative products had already begun to hit the market and a few wondered aloud if our marketing strategies were losing effectiveness.

That’s when one of the senior members, also head of physicians spoke up. “With products like this,” he said, “long-term success in retail depends on clear product superiority. To truly sustain Mum, I’d recommend making it part of our push strategy.”

Another member agreed suggesting that while we work on that, we could also grow our hospital partnerships by reaching out to new hospitals across other regions.

The discussion went on for another hour, with everyone weighing in. As we finally left the conference room, I caught up with Bala Uncle and asked, “Everyone had great suggestions, but what exactly is this push strategy?”

He smiled knowingly. “It’s probably some in-house medical or marketing term of MMC which we don't have to weigh on,” he replied. “For now, let’s focus on expanding our hospital clientele. Once that’s in place, retail should naturally follow.”

Chapter - IX

It was a quiet Saturday evening and Shreyas sat on his couch waiting for the clock to strike four. That was when the show featuring last month’s campaign along with an interview of the founding member and current chair of “We Care” was scheduled to air.

Beside him, Nithya was chatting non-stop, her voice laced with excitement. To those who knew him, Shreyas had always been an inspiring figure for his work, his humility, his unwavering commitment to society, but Nithya felt this was his moment to finally receive the recognition he truly deserved.

When the segment began and he appeared on screen, Shreyas listened intently to his own words. He had never been one to chase the spotlight, keeping most of his story within a small circle of trusted friends. But seeing himself speak publicly about his life and work felt different this time; more real, more significant. It was a reminder that his impact was reaching beyond the familiar, drawing him into something even larger and that filled him with a quiet sense of pride.

As the interview ended and Nithya beamed at every mention of her name, an advertisement for Mum appeared on screen. Instantly, Shreyas thought of Jwel and all that she had done for him since they were kids.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed with a message: “Shrey! You were absolutely mesmerizing. What a speech, huh I failed to identify the orator in you !”

He smiled and typed back, “Thanks a ton for everything, Jwel!”

When Nithya noticed him grinning at his phone, she gave him a questioning look.

“Jwel,” he explained simply.

Her face softened into a smile as she nodded and turned her attention back to the television, still glowing with the same quiet pride.

Chapter - X

That night, Jeeth eased himself into bed exhausted but satisfied. The next two days would be long and demanding — a factory tour with potential hospital representatives, multiple conferences alongside Mum’s officials and these representatives from potential clientele hospitals, all while I represented the MMC Trust.

As I reflected on this year, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. It had been quite a journey for anyone, but especially for someone like me, a boy from a lower-middle-class family who had nothing but a childhood dream to become one of the best doctors this world had ever seen. Throughout all the struggles and hardships, belief in myself was my only valuable asset.

My father had been my steady support throughout, guiding me with quiet strength and sacrificing every hard-earned rupee to make sure I had a future. Getting into medical school was only the beginning — scholarships weren’t enough and my father had to borrow money while I took loans of ,y own. Even my mother sold the last of her ornaments to help me. Every day was a battle, every rupee counted.

With relentless effort and countless sacrifices I came this far. Every bit of where I am now is hard earned — built on the grit, faith and unconditional support of those who loved me the most..

Lost in thought, I hardly realized when I’d dozed off the night before. The alarm rang, but exhaustion kept me in bed until Anjali gently shook me awake, reminding me that I had a long, seven-hour drive ahead.

I quickly got ready and gave her detailed instructions on what to do in case of any emergency. The hospital had assigned me on-duty field visits for the past week to prepare for these upcoming meetings and today was going to be a crucial one.

As I picked up my car keys, I paused to touch Anjali’s face and then her eight-months-pregnant belly. “Take care of yourself,” I told her softly. “If you feel lonely, call your mom.”

She smiled. “It’s just two days. I’ve stayed home alone for months when you were on night shifts so you don’t need to worry.”

But I wasn’t entirely convinced. “This is different,” I replied, cutting her off before she could argue further. “Anything at all, you call me immediately. If you don’t hear back from me within 2 minutes, contact any of the people I listed for you; they’re all five to seven minutes away. And go to the hospital right away; I’ve arranged everything. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

She nodded in agreement, and I held her gaze one last time before stepping out into the morning light.

I drove faster than usual and managed to reach ahead of schedule, which gave me some time to meet with the Mum team before the hospital representatives arrived. We had a quick prep session and I also spoke briefly with Veer who was evidently pleased with our progress so far.

The hospital team showed up within a couple of hours. After an in-depth presentation and sample assessments, we treated them to a generous lunch before taking them on a tour of the facility. Being there as the trust’s representative meant I mostly observed and supported the Mum team. By the end of the day, everyone was tired, but it was obvious from the satisfied expressions on the visitors’ faces that they’d been impressed by what they had seen.

I returned to my hotel feeling good about the day. Throughout, I had kept messaging Anjali to check in, but we hadn’t been able to speak properly until the evening. When I finally called her, she mentioned feeling some discomfort, a bit of bloating or obstruction which she had also been complaining about on and off for a while. I told her to stay hydrated with warm water and to make sure she ate her meals on time.

After sharing the day’s events especially how pleased I was with the representatives’ reactions she sounded genuinely happy for me. Since I had a conference call scheduled the next day with the Mum officials and the trust's board and Veer dialing in, I reminded her to get some proper rest and told her to call me immediately if anything felt off. We ended the call with the promise to talk again and I began preparing for the next morning’s meeting.

Ever since Veer had told me that he could see me working alongside him in the future when I expressed my willingness to engage in MUM promotions, I knew my performance in today’s meeting would be a turning point in my journey with Mum. When I woke up that morning, I made sure to give myself a proper night’s rest. Dressed and focused I carefully went over the statistics, reports and presentation slides one last time before setting out for the meeting venue.

The meeting with the board started promptly at 11 a.m. and since all key parties were present, it lasted nearly three and a half hours before reaching a close. Despite the length of the session which was being prolonged by the members of the Trust's board on call, I felt satisfied with my contributions and the way I’d presented my part.

As the team broke for a late lunch, I pulled out my phone to check the time and noticed five missed calls and three unread messages. Two of the missed calls had been from Anjali around 12:30, along with a message that she was heading to the hospital. The other three missed calls and messages were from her cousin Arun.

I immediately tried calling Anjali back, but no one picked up. I sent her a quick reply and then rang Arun. When he answered, he told me Anjali had been admitted for a checkup. I could hear her mother’s voice in the background, which eased my nerves. Still, I let him know I was on my way and would reach in five to six hours.

I hurriedly grabbed a few bites of my food, my thoughts racing back to Anjali’s miscarriage two years ago. Even though her scans had been fine this time, worry tugged at me. I also remembered that her gynecologist was probably on leave as it was close to year-end. I tried reaching Suma, the gynac I had asked Anjali to consult as she was my first choice for her , but she didn’t answer as expected.

There was nothing more to do, so I excused myself from the team, who were celebrating the successful meeting and preparing for an afterparty. I rushed to my room packed my things and checked out.

While settling my dues at the reception, my phone rang again. It was Arun. “Anjali’s in the labor room,” he informed me, “they’re inducing labor, and she might deliver in the next four hours.”

I sprinted to my car as I listened to him describe the situation. Apparently, there had been minor complications, and given Anjali’s history of miscarriage, the doctors decided an induced labor was safest. They assured him they’d take extra care, especially knowing Anjali was married to a hospital doctor.

Despite my relief at hearing she was stable and under observation, I was driving as fast as I could toward my hometown. The Sunday afternoon traffic was dense, and I kept my phone close, answering updates from both relatives and hospital staff as I went.

About an hour and a half from the hospital, Arun called again — this time with the news I’d been hoping for: Anjali had given birth to a healthy baby boy. A surge of joy and relief washed over me. It felt like every hardship had led up to this moment.

As I was sharing the news with relatives, my phone rang again but this time it was Veer. “Congratulations on the new clients,” he said warmly.

“Thanks,” I replied grinning, “but I have even better news, Anjali just gave birth to a boy!”

There was a pause and then a delighted, “That’s double congratulations!” I heard him call out to Jwala, who asked him to put me on speaker so she could talk.

Jwala’s voice was bright with happiness as she congratulated me too. “I thought the due date was still a little ways off,” she added.

“Yes,” I replied, “this was an induced labor due to some complications.”

“Well, as long as mother and baby are safe and healthy,” she said kindly, “the due date doesn’t matter at all.”

“I completely agree,” I assured her. Then she chuckled and added, “And don’t you find this date special? 11/11/2020, it is as if all your wishes have been granted. From here on, it’s only progress and new heights.”

Her words stayed with me after we ended the call. I was just twenty minutes away from the hospital now, inching my way through the city-center traffic as the golden light of the descending sun filled the sky. It felt as though those warm rays were shining straight into this new chapter of my life.

Chapter - XI

As usual, Jwala kept chatting non-stop about Anjali, her worries, her nervousness about the labor and all the little details that had been on her mind for days. Veer listened closely, a gentle smile on his face knowing these conversations mattered so much to her. Her excitement was boundless. Before long, she had started reminiscing about her own pregnancy with Vivaan laughing at her silly fears back then and drawing tender comparisons to Anjali’s anxieties now.

She paused only briefly before marveling again at the significance of this date about how auspicious it was and what a beautiful sign for the new chapter that lay ahead. Her voice was warm her thoughts flowing easily, every memory wrapped up in a sense of joy and wonder.

Yet as Veer listened, even as he smiled and nodded along, a stray thought began to surface in his mind. Something had been tugging at him ever since last few months and that some part of him that wasn’t entirely present, despite Jwala’s infectious energy. Almost involuntarily, his focus shifted inward as scattered fragments of a conversation from months ago began to replay themselves, again.

Without realizing it, he was reaching back into his memory, pulling up bits and pieces that had once sparked his intrigue — mostly about Mum’s marketing efforts and a particular suggestion that had been made in a boardroom long before any of this felt so real. Words and impressions clicked together slowly, becoming clearer with each passing moment.

And then it was there in his thoughts, sharp and unyielding like a puzzle that had finally been assembled: the “push strategy.” Something about that plan had lingered at the back of his mind all this time, and now as he stared at the fading light outside their window and listened to Jwala’s gentle voice, he could once again feel it weighing down on him..