LOVE AND CARE

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I met mom quite a few time as my dad's bro for life, she remembered me referring as the "lost child". We had nice time together,she cared about my meals and bought lunch quite a few times. Dad too took a lot of care as if I was a small kid, even thought I was nearly of the same age.
Days went on like seasons, I was still staying with them. They never asked anything about me . I once overheard them speaking about me, they wanted to let me stay until I remembered my past. After that I felt bad and miserable for a few times.
I strongly believed that I would return some day. There were days when dad would come to room yelling, tired of love and few days flying with colours embracing love . Mr.Rishi and I were having fun looking at those love fights which were quite often .
I now completely understand why they fought a lot back in day too. Did I travel time to find this!but I did get to see the famous campus couple that dad bragged about too.

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