Randhir Kumar Mishra.
"Uzair, my son!" The firm voice of Randhir Kumar Mishra boomed in the four walls of the dark-themed office of Uzair. Uzair turned fully towards him from the floor-to-ceiling wall where he had been standing for a while lost in thoughts, waiting for the guest to show up. “I see, I am right on time.”
“To the young man I was waiting for,” smiling with respect, Uzair walked up to him and nodded at the six-foot-one-inch old man. Sauntering towards him, slightly limping, Randhir reached him before hugging Uzair. Patting Uzair's back in pride, he gave a short laugh. “Your young man is not so young, my boy. It has grown old now.”
“Don't say that, uncle. You are as young as I am,” Uzair grinned.
Randhir laughed again. “And more handsome?”
“And more handsome,” he confirmed. “Indeed.”
They both shared a sly grin.
“You seem to have changed, however. Where is the boy who barely reached to my waist? Oh my, when did you get so tall?”
“I guess I am having a grow
