Publisher's Synopsis
'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 ROMEOness was blossoming. Some his friends shortened 'Number Seven, Love is Heaven' to only 'Number Seven', so they used to call him Number 7. And, for some unknown reasons, Romeo used to love the number. Anything associated with 7 was his favourite. 7 am or 7 pm or 7 apples or 7x2 =14 tennis balls to practice tennis with, or 7th, 14th, 21st or 28th day of a month to arrange some important meetings, and so on. In one word, he was addicted to 7; 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 7 in a restaurant, on 7/7/2001. It could have been more synchronized if the date was 7/7/2007, as per as Romeo's love for 7 is concerned. Perhaps that little bit of rhythmlessness turned Romeo's life a bit rhythmless, accidentally, and that accident created this extraordinary, humorous, story which we all are going to read now. On 7/7, at Table number 7, what really happened?
