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Ubuntu - I am because of you!

 (Sunday 17th of January. It was one incredible day for me - A family lunch at "Sattvam" (where my mind was in complete control of otherwise tempting food and stuck to raw food); I was at my fitness high almost covering 18 Kms for the day; A "YO" status on one of my adorables; Meeting a new friend and a mentor for my haiku learning; Most of all my elder who is in her teens, who otherwise is in her shell, either attending online classes, or completing class notes or watching her favorite show or busy with her friends' circle, suddenly turned up to me while I was attending the younger and trying to tuck her up for a good night's sleep. She just hugged me tightly and told me "don't ask me why, what, how and stuffs. I love you. I really really love you." I was touched. I hugged her back "I too love you and I am really sorry. Sorry for having beaten you twice. I know you have it deep in your heart that I havn't beaten the younger even once but you have had twice from me as a kid. I could have handled it better but I lost my patience then. I am sorry." Soon came the response "For something you did years back you are saying a sorry now?". I smiled "When your 'I love you' can come untimely and unreasonably, why not my apology?". That was followed by a few memory recalls and laughs. Here I capture that moment in a few words, dedicated to my elder.)





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