‘Moma, I’m so tired. I want to come back home and live with you… like old days,’ I pay my fare and step out of the cab. ‘Oh, honey! Your Papa and I also miss you all the time…’ her words make me feel gloomy until she adds ‘… but my child, now you have responsibilities for your own family and husband too.’ I wave my hand to the kids playing in the park while walking; ‘Hmmm… Husband!’ I inhale a deep breath before saying, ‘Well, I have reached home. Talk to you later. Have to cook, before Inder reaches.’...
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