The Wagging Tale of Bliss: Reconnecting

By Bhavna Khemlani

Can the appendage of happiness be in installments? What should one do when one feels disconnected with life? Happiness is experienced in installments when genuine compassion is being slaughtered with deceit. What happens when the ladies meet unexpectedly?
Dian Chen moved to Vietnam to expand her business as a wedding planner. Tiya Gupta is a Veterinarian who opened a clinic in Vietnam. Gisele Gilbert, a creative jewelry designer moved to Vietnam to expand her business empire. The Entrepreneurial mind unlocks the way to Unconditional Love and Embracing Humor and a Voyage lasting a lifetime.
Having met randomly tickled the unspoken expressions that were eagerly waiting to erupt and be forgotten. The prattle of juicy gossips, the taste of relishing desserts, and the craving for turning the table around once again developed a tingly feeling to groove to the essence of life and chuck out the redundant baggage.
Reconnecting with Life creates a new Chapter of a mysterious journey. Lorenz Moretti, Cleavon Rojel, and Berk Sahin bring a sack containing a joy ride where each moment is suspenseful, thrilling, and humorous that rekindles the soul to tap to the upbeat appetite of affection once again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Apr 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482864793

Bhavna Khemlani

About Author Bhavna K.*Lecturer* Research Writer (Journal 1: Journal of Health Education Research & Development: Transitions in the Health Care Systems in Times of Uncertainty - Exploring Views by Experts through Mindfulness and Emotional Intelligence in Bangkok, Thailand)*Academic & Creative Writing Coach /*Corporate Trainer /*Author (Non fiction: Gratitude, Good News, & Guidelines concept Anthology, Fiction: The Wagging Tale of Bliss-Reconnecting, The Classroom - Ashley & her Mystical Tale, The Wisher's Well & Maples - Rejuvenating Cocktail /*Reiki Master Teacher-Practitioner / NLP Practitioner / Co founder of 360 Degrees workshop (creating various workshops on Mindful approaches from meditation, creative writing, to yoga) with Ms. Sherry*Co-Leader of Bangkok Women Writers Group - BWWG (www.meetup.com)*Consultant in the Advisory Board of WhatAbook Publishing House Kolkata, IndiaWebsite: www.bhavzparadise.comShe has published three Fiction Novels and her short stories, poems, nonfiction short stories, flash fiction, including articles: A Mystifying Evening, Whispers of the Mannequins, Levitating inside the Elephant published in the Big Chilli Expat Magazine, and novels like, The Wisher’s Well, Maples: Rejuvenating Cocktail and The Classroom: Ashley and her Mystical Tale. The book of Anthology with the Bangkok Women Writers group ‘Monsoon Midnights’ was published by Big Chilli Magazine in December 2014 and reached Amazon Best Sellers List for Travel/Literary. She integrates Creativity in her Teaching and encourages students to follow their Heart. Visit her online: www.bhavzparadise.com

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The

Wagging Tale

of Bliss

RECONNECTING

Bhavna Khemlani

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ISBN

ISBN: 978-1-4828-6478-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4828-6479-3 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1 High Tea

Chapter 2 Excess Baggage

Chapter 3 Jellyfish

Chapter 4 Pouring the Nectar of Tragedy

Chapter 5 Intoxicated with a Beguiling Quest, Part 1

Chapter 6 Intoxicated with a Beguiling Quest, Part 2

Chapter 7 Intoxicated with a Beguiling Quest, Part 3

Chapter 8 The Wedding Hallucination

Chapter 9 The Aura of Fate

Chapter 10 Espousal of Devotion

FROM THE AUTHOR

The Playful Star

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Dedication to the Heart that allows Love to Reconnect

Three dynamic ladies dispose their baggage for a final escapade to the entrance and custody of affection, exhilaration and felicity.

Can the appendage of happiness be in installments? The tail of sentiments wags differently for various people. The value for love can diminish and excess baggage can be experienced mentally and physically. The desire to let go of unwanted thoughts becomes the sole purpose. Happiness is experienced in installments when genuine compassion is being slaughtered with deceit.

So how about Reconnecting! Nothing is ever lost completely.

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Hello Readers,

You are invited to dispose the excess baggage of stress and pack in some exciting doses of positivity, love, thrill, and laughter. With research and observations of surroundings, this story has been created. References to actual places or people are fictional.

The protagonists of this story, Dian Chen, Tiya Gupta, Gisele Gilbert, Lorenz Moretti, Cleavon Rojel, and Berk Sahin will indisputably ring a bell to those affiliations that deserve to be chucked out, so one can savior the buffet of positive existence.

Life has so much to offer and so much to be thankful for. The output certifies guaranteed investment of facts that are unified and needed in The Wagging Tale of Life that reconnects and proposes everlasting laughter and love.

This story does bring those moments of the past that are not relived but ensures the present to be a jackpot and a ticket to a future enterprise of passion and affection.

In other words, sip the moments in life and the days slipping by with zeal and an upbeat zest.

Follow your Heart!

Bhavna Khemlani

Chapter 1

High Tea

I have been waiting for two hours! Where are you? exclaimed Dian.

Oh, goodness! It got disconnected again. Why on earth is the mobile signal so patchy here? muttered Dian. She takes her phone and taps the back with annoyance. She dials the number of her boyfriend and is stunned by his new voicemail message. She hears:

"Hello! I am Paddy, the man you are looking and waiting for. Dian, I know it shall be you again. The reason why I am not making it for tea is something you should figure out by now. We don’t connect. Even though we dated for two months, I can see you are zinging with victory, but I feel like you should read between the lines when I make excuses. Sorry! We need to breakup and I am not making it. I have a plane to catch. I got a good business deal in South Korea to set up a new hotel. Don’t frown and get on with your amazing life at the place you are now. Beep…"

Dian Chen was shocked and not feeling in triumph but felt that a dorky man just dumped her in a pathetic way. She wanted to blow up his ass for committing a crime to another level of tactlessness. What was up with men who claimed they are matured? They can’t even have the guts to breakup on your face but record a freaking voicemail to prove his insanity and outrageous behavior, considered Dian.

Dian was a thirty-one-year-old woman who moved to Vietnam to expand her business as a wedding planner and was also a florist who moved from Indonesia.

Standing out of the finest café was no joke, thought Dian. She removed her sim card and threw it into the bin. She did not want to have any sort of conversation with anyone for a few days.

After waiting for a table for twenty minutes, she sat down near the window and began gazing at the people passing by. Then she took the menu and desired to burn it. She was growing with anger and felt deeply insulted with a manner she never imagined of.

The restlessness was drowning her into a pit of hot lava slowly engulfing her strength to collapse.

She stared at the menu of mouth-watering desserts and ordered Mysterious Choco Flame with a Raspberry Macchiato. She wrinkled her brow innocently and sprayed rose water on her face. She shook her head, taking a deep breath.

Surveying the ambience of the restaurant, she noticed a young woman stabbing her dessert.

She looked toward her direction and saw her taking a fork and stabbing it continuously. Dian’s jaw dropped in astonishment and felt a mind diversion toward a woman who seemed to have an issue perhaps just like her, she assumed. She quelled an urge to say something to her, but stopped. Then she noticed that she was wiping her tears with a crumpled tissue paper.

Dian could not stop herself and went to that unknown woman. She was so sure she had a problem and needed a friend. She asked politely, Are you alright? I am so sorry to intrude but…

Do I know you? Did he send you to check out how I look or how sexy I was? answered the stranger.

I am not surprised! So, you have a male issue, too. Another dork in town, yeah! May I join you? I have never done this thing, like intervening during someone’s privacy, but today it is a strange day. By the way, I am Dian. I am not here to check you out or check on you. No one sent me, said Dian with sympathy.

You said you would never intervene in anyone’s privacy, but you just did. I hope you’re not some kind of a psychic. I need a capsule to delete the memory of what just happened. Hmm…anyway, you can join me. My name is Tiya, introduced Tiya with disappointment.

Tiya Gupta was a veterinarian for dogs and cats. After working in Bali for about three years, she opened a clinic in Vietnam and India.

She had not dated anyone for about three years, as she was quite caught up with her passion toward animals. A few days ago, one of her colleague suggested she go on a blind date. Tiya found that interesting and mulled over taking the pleasure of an exploration. The worst that could happen was that she would give an excuse of an emergency if the date turned out to be a pest or a crooked monster, she assumed.

Tiya wore her heart on her sleeve and loved the chirpy day. She was looking forward to an exchange of some words of wisdom and humor with least expectations.

I was waiting at the café patiently for an hour then got agitated, so I called my friend, and she said he was on his way, according to their conversation. I was fine with waiting for a while and began playing Raider Rush on my iPhone. I continued playing the game for a while and received a text message, expressed Tiya disappointingly.

Tiya was in a jovial mood. She read the long message again to herself and was blank.

"Sweety, don’t get upset or mad. He turned out to be a jackass. He is not coming, Tiya. He was on his way to the court for some work. Sorry! L"

Tiya added, "I practically killed my Hula Hula Vanilla Chocolate Cake. It was after a long time that I tried something new, but before I could enjoy every bit of it, it was put to a halt because of some random bugger."

This won’t take long. I am sure you need to deal and need some space. Well…men are bizarre creatures. I am dealing with it too, Tiya. When I saw you with your odd motion of emotions, I was surprised and felt there was a connection of some sort. My boyfriend just broke up with me on voicemail, expressed Dian wholeheartedly.

Really! I was stood up…and he never called or said anything. It was a blind date though, but still...umm...I feel I was slapped and someone tried to leave a cherry on top, said Tiya with annoyance. She tilted her head regretfully. She was staring at her cake with guilt. She took her fork and took a bite. The cake was soulful. She could not believe she had practically disoriented her cake. I am sorry, she said out loud.

Dian was looking for the waitress so she could get her order to Tiya’s table. There were so many people, so she looked back at Tiya. She asked curiously, So, where you from?

I am from India. However, I was raised in Bali. What about you, Dian? What’s your story? asked Tiya in a friendly manner.

No story, just working on expanding my business in Vietnam. I am from Indonesia and moved here more than a year ago. With all these wedding ceremonies, some affiliations are simply wacky and exciting. That is where I met Paddy. We started to date and after two months, he claims…we don’t connect. What a jerk! said Dian furiously. Dian added, He ain’t a teenager. He is like thirty-five and voicemail breakup was simply crap.

Right, I remember when I was in Bali; my boyfriend broke up with me by sending a note through my maid. He did not want to deal. We dated for about a year and a note was more like someone gave me a tissue paper to clean my dog’s ass. I was flushed and called him several times. I thought it was a joke, prank, or perhaps he was kidnapped or something. A few weeks had passed by and I bumped into him at a jewelry fair with his fiancé. What a twit! I guess some things have to come to an end, said Tiya with frustration.

Dian felt she just met someone who shared and felt exactly the same thing. She wished she had a magic wand and could solve everyone’s problems with men. She said with empathy, "In our thirties, we women have grown out of crap and bogus remarks. But men simply take us for a ride and think it is