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It was a fine Sunday morning. The artistic golden Sun has brightened up the blue sky and the milky clouds began to float in the azure. It was more like a normal day where I was struggling hard to get up from my bed. All of a sudden I can hear some voices of people speaking in Gujarati. My heart always skips a beat whenever I get to meet gujjus in my city. Well, I am a Gujarati but I belong nowhere from Gujarat. And yes I am not a chauvinist! Finally, got up to find who was there at the next door. I was amused to find an elderly couple in their late 60’s – Mr. and Mrs. Mehta (as they introduced). Mrs. Mehta looked endearing with amber eyes, neatly draped in a saree. She looked so poised that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mr. Mehta looked placid and peaceabl...