She stood still there behind the doors leading to the porch. The bell now rang for the fourth time, ” jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..”. The echo of the music radiated to her spine. Her feets froze in the chill of the moment as she wondered if she was hallucinating or not.
Meera was alone at home. It was Christmas and everyone around her was busy celebrating. Meera had just finished baking a cake. She was excited, her sister was coming home in the evening. Her sister was the best friend she has have ever had. Sameera was four years elder to Meera. They were born in a rich Iyenger family in Kerala. There father was a cloth merchant. He would sell silk sarees, buyers for which included the elite, ministers, foreigners and celebrities. There house in the city was spread across a vast 100 acres. Mr. Iyenger had hardly ever had the time to invest in his two and only children. Sameera and Meera. With all the business that he had, the only thought that worried him was of having a son who would take care of it and expand it further. The birth of Sameera did not disappoint him so much as the birth of Meera as he lost his wife during Meera’s birth. In spite of anything, he was loyal to their mother and never even pondered over getting married again and letting another woman be the mother of his two children. He was, despite being the father of two, the most eligible bachelor, and fathers wished that there daughters’ may get married to him. Unfortunately for them, the fortune he owned never got into the hands of another female. Mr. Iyenger gave his daughters the best possible education and a lifestyle, only few could imagine of. He had got them both married in a single ceremony three years ago. Sameera was 24 and Meera, 21. The marriage had been arranged for Sameera with a rich businessman, one of Mr. Iyengers best friends son, where as Meera had settled upon to get married to her college friend having only a modest fortune to survive decently. Mr. Iyenger had first opposed the alliance but on Sameera’s insistence he had given up. Sameera had assured her father that Meera will be happy. Sadly, two years ago Mr. Iyenger passed away. The cause was established to be a heart attack. Most of Mr. Iyenger’s fortune was equally distributed among Sameera and Meera and the business was passed over to Sameera’s husband. The following year had been a quiet year in terms of celebrations and festivity. Sameera had however maintained a distance from the money that her father left her and preferred modesty. the money was locked in her bank account and the business was only an addition to what her husband was previously taking care of. Sameera’s husband, Ritesh was a college drop out. On his father’s perusal he had left studies to join his dad’s business and it had been for everyone’s good. Ritesh was magical with money. His business had outgrown the local market for silk in just three years and surpassed Mr. Iyenger’s business. Meera had however, changed her every bit of living style with the money she got. Though she never got over the humiliation that her father had disposed off all the business to Ritesh, not even considering Akul, her husband, a finance graduate from Michigan State University.