The word 'Maitrī', according to ancient Indian texts, means generous compassion of a mother not only towards her biological offspring but also for all the living beings. This word represents the Unconditional Love towards beings.
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I didn't know the meaning of family before I met someone who belonged to me but was hidden for staggering thirteen years from me. Sometimes, the ones who are dearest to you stop cherishing you but that does not mean everyone has stopped cherishing you. Sometimes, certain unnamed relations can illuminate your life and make you feel worthy of living. Well, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Kinjal..no no...Li..Nevermind. Read on.
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I met Mr. Mehral when I was thirteen. He was a medium- heighted man with pure black hair and brown eyes. His smile was the most charming one and he had a very relaxed brows. His honest eyes and smile ever pleased me.
It was the time of dusk. There was a crazy heavy traffic all around. I was waddling over the footpath. Suddenly a biker came in front of me and I swayed. I ran hither and thither on the road. Seeing, this commotion of heavy vehicles, I drooped down and covered my ears to avoid noise from around. I just sat in the middle of the busy road covering my ears. I was scared. "Hey, get away, idiot." Someone shouted from one of the cars stuck. I forgot to tell you I live in India. I was mentally ill and my mind and body were confused. After that, I remember that my head was spinning round and I was losing my balance but no one came over to help. After a while, a man from 6 or 7 feet away, wearing a beige coat and red tye, came sliding through the convoy of vehicles to me.It was Mr Mehral. He had been just 2 metres away than I passed out. After that I remember, I was lying on a stretcher at a hospital. I got up and could feel malaise and a sharp pain in my head. A nurse saw me and called the doctor. The doctor came and said,"Relax, just lie down." " But, why am I here? What has happened to me?, said I. " Don't worry. You were hit by a stroke and your father brought you here. I will give you medications and you'll be..." "Father?!", I interuppted, "Who?" "See there, he is standing," said the doctor pointing out to a man with a beige coat sitting on a chair, who was outside the ward. "Father? Who is he? I dont know him." "Do you remember anything about how you were brought here and what happened before?" He asked with serious notes. " No. I don't remember that either." The doctor introspected for a moment and then walked away. The doctor called the man, sitting on the chair, outside the ward, in his cabin. After entering the cabin, the doctor offered the man a set. " Mr Mehral, your daughter is diagnosed by Retrograde amnesia. She does not seem to remember anything for now."the doctor said. ( Retrograde amnesia affects memories that were formed before the onset of amnesia.In this, memory loss usually involves facts rather than skills.) " I am sorry, she is not my daughter,"said Mr Mehral politely." I found her between the traffic.She had no one beside her so I helped her." " Oh! In that case, she needs help. She has forgotten everything about before she was arrived. But, it is temporary.So she can recover. I believe she had been traumatized. In that case, she needs care and support but unfortunately, we don't know her parents. Poor Child!" " Doctor, Is there another way she can recover?" " We have tried our best, mister." Mr Mehral stared at the blank for a second and then saw me in the bed lying quietly. After a great pause, " Fine, I will take her home with me. I took her so now she is my responsibility." Mr Mehral said. Doctor was shocked." Are you sure?" " Yes" " Well then, it's good" The doctor called the nurse the. I formed her something and hung up. " Mr Mehral, you can take her now"
Soon, I was discharged.then I and Mr Mehral came out of the hospital. I was walking beside him. I was thinking about something so I was not aware of Mr Mehral beside me. Suddenly, I stopped walking. " What happened?" Mr Mehral said. " Who are you?" I said with suspicion." I don't know you. Are you my father?" "Actually not. But I was the one who brought you in the hospital when you passed out." " Hmm.. but how can I trust you?" I said as I stepped my foot back. " Ok fine," he said and picked something out of his pocket. " This is my identity card." He said while pointing to a card." I am Mr Mehral. I work in G.R.E.Y. Pvt. Ltd as a manager and I live at global apartments in New Delhi. My apartment no. Is 311. Happy?" " Ok, I don't trust you now either." He gasped." Fine ,then be here." He walked ahead expecting I will come by myself but I didn't. When he stood on the red light which was just a few metres ahead of me, he realised I was following him. " Now, what happened?" He asked softly. " I can't cross the road alone. Moreover, I don't know anyone else." I said with an expecting face. " Ok fine , then come." He held my hand and helped me crossing the road. When we crossed it. I smiled at him. " Now, should we go?" He asked politely. I agreed because now I was assured that he was so kind and trustworthy. I had only him at that time. Then, we moved to his home which was a 3 BHK flat.
