Maitrī : A Story About Unconditional Love

Chapter 2: Welcome to Mehrals

As we entered the house of Mehrals, I and Mr Mehral were sitting on the couch facing Mrs Mehral, who was slightly thin and fair. Her black, bright eyes were staring me. I didn't know how she was feeling but I was sure she was not very happy with my arrival. I was sitting clueless there, busy scanning the whole house and smiling like a dumb brat at Mrs Mehral.

" Is she my mother?" I asked Mr Mehral who got a little awkward.
"No, No", he replied and her wife stared at him.
I got closer to him and said with a very low voice," Is she your mother?" ( I accept I was being the most dumbest person here)
Mrs Mehral gasped.
"She does not look very old though," I said proving that I was mentally unstable.(😅😌)
" Enough!" Mrs Mehral broke her silence."Vinod, I need to talk to you. Come with me."
"But Shikha - "Mr Mehral said.
"I said come now," she interuppted. She took him away from me to a separate room. Meanwhile, two little kids looking in their 9 years came out of a room who were dressed with paint. They came near to me. I said hi. They didn't respond and looked at me with suspicion.
"Who are you?" The twin boy said bossily.
"A friend"
"Whose?"
"Mr Mehral's"
"Hmm," he mumbled something and said something to his sister privately,' I think she is a freak."
"What's your name?" The twin boy said.
"Um, I don't remeber actually." I replied.
The boy again moved closer to her sister and said, " she is surely a freak."
I kept looking at them confused. The boy came near to me and passed me a box pleasantly.
"It's a gift from us , Miss" the twin girl said. I was happy by their sudden amiable act.
I opened it and for my surprise, a range of colours spilled over my face. Both the young demons started laughing. I smelled that these two young demons are gonna torment me a lot in future.
On the other hand, a fierce conversation was going on.
"Who is she?" What ia all this now?" Mrs Mehral said complainingly
"Shikha, she needed help. She had a complete memory loss."
"Are you crazy? Is this an ashram? Who is gonna take the responsibility of her?"
"The memory loss is not permanent. We just have to take care of her until she recovers. Listen, she has no one now, only we can help her."
" Fine, do whatever you want to do. But remember, if this girl makes any trouble I'll not be responsible.' She ranted.

Mr Mehral entered the living area after a tough conversation with his wife. Then, he saw me who was now lying on the sofa silently. He calculated my exhaustion in his mind and smiled. He had a fond look on his face. He covered me with a blanket. He looked at me while I was asleep.
"You need me, child. I will help you." He mumbled to himself and walked away.