It was the occasion a few days later, after the naming ceremony of Aman.
All the esteemed guests had left, and now their small little family had returned to their normal lifestyle.
At this moment, Gauri and Shankar were sitting in the vast and beautiful gardens of the manor. They were enjoying the weather. Little Aman was lying in his cot.
Aman's cot was placed in the centre, while Gauri and Shankar's chairs were placed on either side of it. Shankar held a gold bottle in his hands, and a few strange herbs and ingredients lay on the round table in front of them.
It seemed like the gold bottle held some kind of elemental mixture as Shankar was stirring it with a thin straw of sandalwood.
The medicine he was creating was pretty basic and harmless. Its ingredients were not the least bit dangerous. That's why he was at ease while preparing the medicine beside his infant son.
