Rainbow of our Love

Chapter 3

The cute face laden with innocence dazzled as the golden gleam of sun rays fell on Anvesha disturbing her beauty sleep. She got up yawning as her morning alarm went off. With messy curly locks interwoven with each other and black round rimmed spectacles falling at her nose, the half-sleepy Anvesha looked hilarious. She straightened her black cotton tank top and pulled her hair in a messy bun keeping her spectacles aside which she had done on the previous night. Mummering profanities, she glanced at her laptop which was not shut down at the night. She plugged her laptop for charging the battery and brushed upon the presentation she had prepared for the new segment of her talk show. Feeling satisfied at her work, she sprang out of the bed for her morning business.

After taking a warm, relaxing shower; clad in a burgundy shirt and a black pencil skirt, Anvesha was having her breakfast of cereal and milk when her phone rang. 

"Hi, mom", she said cheerfully putting the call on speaker as she gulped the spoonful of her bland breakfast. 

"Hey, Anvesha. How are you doing, darling?", a smile crept on her lips as she heard her mother's voice. 

"Mom, I am just having my breakfast. After that I will just put on some make-up and rush to work", she answered as she drank the glass of lukewarm milk in a go. 

"You know I made biryani in Adhyayan's style and your dad loved it", her mother said and she hummed as she remembered the conversation with Mr. Haughty Shoes, the celebrity chef Adhyayan Joshi. 

"Listen, when you will shoot at his restaurant, please take his autograph for me", her mother said and she choked the food she was eating.

"Will you do it?", her mother asked again paying no attention over her constant efforts of clearing her throat and catching breath. 

"Mom, Mr. Haughty Shoes, I mean, Mr. Adhyayan Joshi is too full of himself." Anvesha said realizing the way he called her 'little girl'. Her mother interrupted her rant, "Don't call him names, dear. He cooks so well and talks so sweetly." 

"I am not doing it when I go for the shooting at his restaurant on Sunday. Now bye and have a good day." Anvesha said in one go as she hung up without giving her mother a chance to speak. 

Anvesha applied her matte lipstick and pulled her curly locks in a ponytail. Wearing her pumps, she picked up her laptop bag and her maroon handbag and moved out of her little studio apartment which she had rented in Delhi. 

Hailing from Darjeeling, it was indeed difficult for her to adjust in Delhi where people are running in a rat-race aimlessly five years ago but with time she became a part of the rat-race. Luckily she had not lost her unique charm in the crowded city of Delhi. She walked swiftly towards the metro station as she brushed upon the key points of her presentation. Boarding the metro, she headed towards Film City in Noida and realized she would reach her office on time. 

Anvesha had been working in the office when she realized it was 11 AM and she had to head towards the conference hall. She greeted her project head, senior editor as well as all her colleagues; and began her presentation.

After a long discussion of an hour, everyone lauded her idea to bring war veterans in the show. Her show, 'Real Life Heroes' depicted the struggles of normal people who deserved acknowledgement for their heroic deeds. She had covered single mothers, innovative farmers, successful government officials who rose from a financially stable background and many heroes from all walks of life but this time, she wanted to bring up the defence officials who had served in the Indian Army, Indian Navy or Indian Air Force and faced the wars that broke out after independence. 

She knew many defence officers and their families might not be comfortable in coming to the studio so she had planned to visit them personally and acknowledge their contribution for the nation. Luckily the project head, Mr. Akhilesh Mishra gave her the permission to carry on with her idea in the new segment of her show.