......he was ready to bury his past , but if he went to any public park surrounded with intricate circular patterned roads several people would willingly arrive to see him pushing his staller , teaching him cycling or to play baseball, though his own father never was bothered where his son was playing, if he fell down hurting his palms, because for him it was just Purnima , ashi was younger to Purnima but for father the world started from Purnima and ended on Purnima
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