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Sara stood at the tiny wooden gate of her parent's home. She looked around and inhaled a deep breath as if to tell herself, "nothing has changed." The sun was setting slowly behind the ugly walls of old  buildings. Children of all age were playing on the road. Elderly women were gossiping outside the mandir's otala (sitting area)."Oh!" her granny was also seated among the ladies. Trying to escape her glance and her unending awkward questions, she hopped inside that tiny gate.

In a bustling house, full of inmates, could one remain unloved, lonely? No it was no time to think negative. She had come home after eight years and meanwhile she didn't stay in touch with any member except her little niece Neyu who wouldn't let her fall apart.

Everybody formally asked her how she was. Her parents, though didn't break the ice yet. So she felt painfully chilled inside her body. During the evening tea and chatter, someone asked her in low voice, Maa and papa are still angry, why did you run away? Before she could find an appropriate answer, Neyu hurriedly spoke in her high pitched voice, "and that too alone?" Every emotion got submerged into laughter. She felt weird and she felt  home and finally didn't care if it would last forever or next second.

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