Table Number 7

Summary

"Number Seven, Love is Heaven" was his nickname to his bosom friends. Others used to call him Romeo. He was a Romeo indeed, a Romeo with multiple Juliets. He was a handsome man in his late 20s, with a good job. He was as free as a bird. With endless freedom, his Romeo-ness was blossoming. Some his friends shortened "Number Seven, Love is Heaven" to only "Number Seven", so they used to call him Number Seven. And, for some unknown reasons, Romeo used to love the number.  Anything associated with seven was his favorite. Seven a.m. or Seven p.m. or seven apples or seven x two =14 tennis balls to practice tennis with, or seventh, 14th, 21st, or 28th day of a month to arrange some important meetings, and so on. In one word, he was addicted to seven; he didn’t know why, though. Perhaps it was an astrological or numerological influence on him, he thought. And, coincidentally, this particular story began on the table number seven in a restaurant, on July 7th, 2001. It could have been more synchronized if the date was July 7th, 2007, as per as Romeo’s love for seven is concerned. Perhaps that little bit of rhythm-less-ness turned Romeo’s life a bit rhythm-less, accidentally, and that accident created this extraordinary, humorous story, which we all are going to hear now. On July 7th, at table number seven, what really happened?

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