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Parents Love!

There is parental love and there is the love parents share with each other. Funnily enough, even if they are arguing over trivial matters, it’s rather fun to watch.

Well, hold on a minute… it’s not arguing like the Jaane Tu couple (Meghna’s parents), but a rather fun-loving, lovers-tiff kind of case.

Today was just one of those days… mum cooks, dad runs off without lunch… mums chasing dad, screaming all the time ‘at least eat and go! I don’t spend this much time cooking just for myself’… you know the drill.

It’s been like 25+ years of togetherness, and still they nag over issues like ‘did u eat?’ and ‘did u remember to fill-up the fuel?’ and ‘don’t you still know how old your daughter is?’ blah blah blah. (umm… yeah, my dad tends to forget that his youngest is 20, all the others are officially adults (though not for him yet :))

We get so accustomed to listening to this, that when they do not have a stupid argument, we tend to fear that something is wrong.

I guess it is the noise in one’s house that makes it a home! It’s the love our parents share with each other that makes a house which made of cement and mud (ok, don’t know what else), that makes it Home Sweet Home!

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