The first day of the Saputara Conference

- I, Shani and Shakrabhai - Priyadarshi

- I don't even look at such beauty shows. Nothing comes to mind. I just like my straightforward original cultured Rashmi

After a tasty breakfast this morning, both of them got ready with a happy leopard.

The venue of the conference was not far away. Vishal's wish was for a morning walk in Saputara.

Rashmi liked it very much. He had to live in the atmosphere of Saputara.

Ten minutes later a large porch appeared in the distance.

There was some speed in Vishal's legs. 'Rashmi, come on soon- everyone must have started coming.'

But Rashmi was filling Saputara's cold fresh air in her lungs. He liked the atmosphere so much that he wanted to stay in it for a few more days.

Both arrived at the pavilion. A few members came. The keynote speakers were yet to arrive. Vishal looked around the pavilion. Mic and other devices were arranged on the front stage. Some of the invited members arranged their place and arranged with his wife. Vishal also looked around and moved from the stage to the third row. There was a small chair in a row in front of the president. Vishal chose a chair in that row with Rashmi and the president was still coming. Some of the civil engineers came early with the wife and sat down on the empty chair. Vishal's gaze and his curiosity were on the arrival of the President.

Rashmi was engrossed in judging the women who came with their husbands.

One couple after another came and went. Rashmi was looking at special women's costumes. Her husband wore fashionable clothes, her adornment, her shiny face, her hair ... Rashmi was amazed .. she was lost in the observation. Suddenly blinking: 'Rashmi President is coming. Where is your focus? '

Rashmi craved a little. Wondering if the women came to the conference or the fashion parade? And there Vishal broke his fascination. Rashmi herself did not look luxurious but wore a sari that was adorned with her artistry. There was also a light decoration that looked light but attractive.

Rashmi herself did not have the luxury of costumes or ornaments. There was no shortage of money in her pier. But Rashmi, who wore a low-cost but attractive outfit, saw it all in her family. And he also liked his mother's ritual.

The president was coming in a few minutes. Vishal woke up Rashmi meditatively: 'Rashmi! The president is coming. Where is your focus? '

Rashmi was shocked. Turns out my 'huge, women coming to the conference would have come to hear the lecture? Or to display fashionable decoration? '

Vishal said nothing. Professor Pyarelal once said while talking about women that beauty is a woman's ornament. Every woman likes to look more beautiful because she has her own. They are eager to appreciate their appearance and beauty.

Vishal probably understood the dissatisfaction in Rashmi's mind. Rashmi was satisfied all the way. She did not see the women's fashion parade. As much as mom loved artistic simplicity, so did Rashmi. However, perhaps for the first time, Rashmi saw the fashion appeal and appearance of women, she did not know all these fashions, she just enjoyed simplicity. There is also a hidden dissatisfaction. After all, it was the woman's mind. '

Vishal may have understood his fascinated mind in costumes, so he said: 'Rashmi, all this pride of form, arrogance ... even if it all looks beautiful, but the main thing is her culture. If the costume was to cover one's rites, to reveal one's splendor, to attract people, one could get praise. But the measure of enlightenment in the heart can only come from ordinary behavior and dealings.

I don't even look at such beauty shows. Nothing comes to mind. I just like my straightforward original cultured Rashmi. Janmojanam, that's what I long for. '

Hearing this, Rashmi became emotional.

'Vishal, I am happy. I am very happy to have you. '

Vishal says happily - 'No one in our family is fond of false pomp. We have lived in the sacrament of subtle beauty. '

As soon as the talk was over, the noise of 'President came' was heard. After his reception, the speakers started giving lectures.

As much as Vishal was interested in it, Rashmi did not like it by nature. In some eloquent speeches, he spoke eloquently about the difficulties of his business, his duties and honesty in business. There was a roar of applause.

Some read the speech they had written. The audience showed the splendor of boredom.

Rashmi, too, was not accustomed to lecturing on such a dull and unfamiliar subject.

After an hour-long boring lecture, he dropped the mic.

The other two or four gave short lectures to 'hash' the audience.

A thought arose in Rashmi's mind that why Vishal did not give a lecture in such a conference? '

But Vishal laughed at that feeling. I will give a lecture after each year. You come to listen and make me a hero by giving true applause.

Even though Rashmi got bored, she got Vishal's company and got a new territory. It was great to learn about the conference and especially the pleasant touch of fresh cool air.

The sun had risen when the conference was over. All began to disperse quickly. Vishal also came to Annie's hotel room enjoying the luxury of talking with Rashmi.

Hands and mouth were washed and refreshed. When I called, a plate full of Surati dishes was placed on the table. Both Vishal and Rashmi were amazed to see a variety of sweet, spicy dishes from Surat. The two tasted the dish for the first time. Tired of listening to lectures. The two did justice to the meal and pleased the stomach rather than a sweet dish like a sweet dish rather than a surprise experience.

The porch was almost empty in the evening session. There were a few lectures. But the atmosphere did not improve. At seven o'clock the first day was over.

Vishal and Rashmi also reached the room in his car.