Harry Puttar and Herby Kaur - A Love Story #lovestory #shortstory #blogchattera2z

Dear Pappa ji, Sat Sri Akal and Pairi Pauna. I am good here, as usual. How are you? You know whenever I am disturbed, I write you a letter and relieve myself from the stress. You only taught me - "Increase your happiness, increase your blessings, and keep offloading your excessive baggage that burdens your mind and heart." I am strictly following it. Pappa ji you know very well how deeply I love your daughter-in-law Harbhajan (Herby) Kaur. If that was not the case, I would have never left you within 4 months of our marriage. And along with you, I left so many things of my life there. After that, we never walked together. Herby was always a step ahead, and I was always following behind her. For the last three months, I developed a severe pain in my left shoulder.

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I remember you always used to tell me, "Harry Puttar, life without discipline is always going to be troublesome sooner or later." But I never followed it. You know that I never wanted to visit a hospital for this as I have always been scared that hospitals are there to complicate the case. So, I stared finding its cure on my own trying different remedies. Now, after three months, it's under control but not fully cured. Now, let me get back to the point. 20 days back, I had chicken and the next day I noticed a little relief in my pain. So the next three weeks I ordered chicken online, prepared it at home and had it during lunch. Herby had left eating non veg. So it was only me consuming it.

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Three days back she declared all of a sudden that no chicken shall be prepared in the kitchen henceforth. That was shocking. She said I can order ready-made and have it but no raw deliveries at home. It's Not that she doesn't love me. Rather, I think, she loves me more than I love her. During all this pain period she always ensured asking me about my pain at least once a week or so. She is definitely very soft-hearted. My point of concern is that I am missing chicken đŸ�”. You know very well, I don't order ready-made food from outside. Like I don't trust hospitals, I don't trust these delivery points, their hygiene, and their ethical practices. I just keep wondering where is my chicken. You suggest what should I do?

Thuvadda Sauna Puttar, Harry
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