A Suitable Match

"You don't need to be this polite with us, son." Anant patted Dr. Jivan's head lightly. He was overwhelmed with emotions.

"Senior Rudra's parents are worth this respect, uncle. Please don't snatch this honor from me." Dr. Jivan said and bent to touch Leela's feet.

"God bless you, my child." Leela caressed Dr. Jivan's head affectionately. Her eyes started to glisten with tears again. "It's been a long time since I've seen you. Now you look even more handsome than four years ago." She wiped the wet corner of her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Seeing you reminds me of my Rudra."

Dr. Jivan smiled at her warmly. "I can't take his place. This is the magic of this uniform." He pointed towards the Army's uniform he was wearing.

Leela smiled and nodded her head. "Indeed."