Param Anand Sharma and family

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Param anand Sharma and family were beautiful pack of 4. Paramanand was a great father who loved his family and was involved with them as much as all father’s were. His duty was to scold them and to make up by telling them bedtime stories.

Amongst these stories one of the major attractions to the children were the stories about picnic in mansukhgunj. Paramanand childhood had also been spent with many nights marvelling about mansukhgunj. Though he has not been able to go himself, he wanted to take his family.

He was particularly eager about the fabled corner where the ‘Aryabhata Mathametus” lilies bloomed. He thought they could help his son become an engineer. The children were excited because it was rumoured the only shop selling Mr dassani approved Rasgulle, was located at the Nagar ka nukkad of MansukhGunj.

The mother played her part by  collecting information about mansukhgunj. You see mansukhgunj can’t be found. You just happen to be there. The mother had infiltrated various places to obtain any possible gossip about the MansukhGunj; from the neighbouring watch to the kitty parties of various wives of the intelligence services.

Paramanad always dreamt that his son would dream about calculus and often prayed to calculacharya. His search for guidance often led him to weird places and weirder situations. This is how he met the Gypsy who hated maths.

He had come to know of an underground maths circus. Many wizards of maths, believers and nonbelievers would be gathering. This circus had many stalls selling wares that if collectively used, can conquer the world. But mathematicians had great issues working as a collective, the irony.

The gypsy was at one such stalls selling maths to people who hated maths. This is what drew Paramanada to him. He thought this might very well be his last hope for his son. History has it that his no charm or even magic has been able to make his son do maths. He questioned the gyspsy about the guarantee of his techniques. the gypsy said he himself is the greatest living proof ! He talked about the various testimonies of client. hat did a little to win paramanada’s confidence until it was mentioned that the ‘Aryabhatta  Methamatus’  lilies, which could only be found in manuskhgunj. 

“Can you guide me to it?” purred Paramanand who could not believe to have actually met another person who knew about MansukhGunj. 

“Ah that is easy peeasy. Tomorrow at noon a pink cloud will pop out of here and will be floating in the direction where the earth is flat. pay attention to it and simply follow your heart”

” What nonsense following your heart has never helped in solving maths!” smirked paramanada. 

“Not in ManuskhGunj. Following your heart can help you solve everything only in ManuskhGunj!”

The time after this conversation is a blur. What is clear is that Paramanada and family and had rented Waganor and went cloud watching. The trouble was that sky was pink and all clouds were pink and so was the air. The family had been driving for a long time and it’s been two hours since they had seen a soul. They would have given up if not for the breeze which was refreshing of a rare kind. They might have continued their drive for another few hours had they not reached an obstacle in their search forManuskhGunj.

What had happened was Paramanada and family were very eager not miss out on the cloud. So the the family of four jutted out of four windows to cover all direction of the sky and not to miss out the pink cloud that would lead them to ManuskhGunj. Paramanada who was driving would occasionally jutt out too with his eyes forever stuck in the sky. This was precisely what had led to the problem.

They had entered ManuskhGunj long back but had not particularly realised it. they continued their journey and with eyes fixed on the sky, had not seen the end of the flat earth and had simply slipped off.

They were stuck at a tree branch in the air. Before the branch gave away, Paramanada was successful in helping out his wife and pushing out his son. He died with a pleasant thought that his son would finally find the lillies and would be able to love maths. 

It didn’t happen. The family simply climbed up and ate sad rosgulles approved by mr dassani which only made them eternally happy.