“ As I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying on a bed, probably a hospital bed with a cloth covering my body. I tried hard to remember my past, or clearly, the past few moments. I absolutely do remember my past, I am Lata and I am native to Uttarakhand (DehraDun, if to be clear). Suddenly, an image appeared in the front of my eyes, image of an accident. My thoughts began to revolve about this image; finally I came to the conclusion, that I had a terrible accident while I was travelling to Rishikesh with my family accompanying me. My mind was having a debate of whether I should go out and look for my husband and children or just lie on the hospital bed. I also did not know the exact time I had been here, but yeah I felt pretty healed up. There was no pain in my body so I decided to go out. Before opening the door, I insisted on the word ‘accident’ again and then it seemed as if the whole incident got divided into reels and the projector in my mind began to play the c...
“You have no parents Alex! Only we are the ones, to whom you can consider as a guardian. So if you don’t want me to get mad at you, just never ever say that you have parents. You have to admit that god has not blessed you with parent’s love. You have only me and that woman standing over there, your aunt Lucy. Now just get the HELL out of here”, yelled Uncle Walt at Alex. Alex, a 9 year old boy heard to every single word, said by his uncle as he was determined to prepare a draft of these unholy words emitted for him by Uncle Walt, and to present it in front of his dad. He loved both, his uncle and aunt. Aunt Lucy was kind in each part of her body and she always displayed this very kindness to her nephew. While on the other hand, Uncle Walt had a bipolar type of nature towards Alex. Sometimes, he would be kinder than even his wife but each time Alex would say anything about his parents, he would go mad. His uncle was the manager at THE MASTER’s, a very famous restaurant just a few lane...