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“You must be the guy my wife met the other day. Charming!” Said the middle-aged man who stopped while passing by.

“I could have been. I’m not sure,” I expressed with some surprise.

“Do you like the bench?” He asked, referring to the seat Sarthak and I sat on.

“It’s a great bench.”

“This bench is in honour of my father. But I won’t charge you,” he said jovially.

“Thanks! That’s a great favour,” I responded as he moved on. I couldn’t resist reading the plaque on the bench. The father’s name appea

When you frequent a place, people of that area get to know you. This is the case for me, at the park, as well as David, who resides with us. He spends more time than me, enough to see the things I miss. He spotted a fox, rare to see during the day. And he always comes back after his walk to say whom he met and just what’s going on. He’s making nice friends.

Now I use this green space to rehab or recoup my worn-out legs. So, I’m getting to be more present. It was two hours that I sat on a bench