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CONTD "Splat" "Samar!" she yelled "There is not one day I don't tell you to stay away from water. Come on out. The tub is not for you, it is for the babies". His cheeks gleaming, eyes slowly switching between the Septuagenarian Shankar and his mother, who was in her early thirties. Placing his chin between his tiny hands and swaying from side to side, he asked, "Am I not your baby? he pouted. Shankar couldn't help but run to his prince and lift him. He got up and did so. His world seemed to change, there was light, there was breeze, there were colors, mostly green, and yellow and then some blurred grass, seen through a glass. He found himself on the bench, sitting beside Zahra, he could not even get up while he imagined all this. "How long will we keep meeting here?" asked Shankar, his hands shivering, yearning to clasp Zahra's hand, as Samar hugged them both. But she got up, and left. As Samar ran behind his mother, he looked back and screamed, "Love you Papa! See you next Tuesday Papa" Shankar lost a part of himself again.