Love Missing

12th April 2025

A few days back, my mom and dad were in a situation where the neighbors from our native place came to their rescue. Staying away from the offspring and taking that practical decision was a mutual choice. But, we both, me and my brother felt bad about being unable to be with them. This incident also brought back to me the memories of my childhood. I was reminded of my early childhood, probably till 8-10 years being spent in the company of my neighbors and their twin daughters. My food choices were majorly influenced by them. Observing them eat everything, I don't remember throwing a tantrum to eat anything or being a fussy eater.



My brother was born when I was almost 7 years old, till then, after school, I used to be mostly found at their home only. They never complained about it. We three once decided to play with another group in our locality and an unexpected incident happened. While playing hide and seek, one guy from the other group touched one of us inappropriately, repeatedly, and deliberately. She shared it with the other two and all three of us left the game and their company. We shared a close bond. It was a small place, but people had big hearts. Trends reached late there, but kindness never left. Being informed about each other's whereabouts was a part of being careful. And helping happened without any agenda. In cities, we may have adapted to a flat system, but the common walls and closed houses still keep people connected. The feeling of being one community may be present in plush societies, but the love is missing.

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