Homesickness

I am aching with a sort of homesickness. A sort of need to just go home. A sort of need to put things right, to catch up with my mother while sitting in a low chair by the kitchen door, letting her dog playfully bite my toes while it lies in the evening sun, and I get to drink the tea that my mother makes , while she bustles about , telling me the latest goss, complaining about the world in general..while I just sit there , looking out at the sky...the sky...when was the last time I saw a good piece of the sky I wonder..

homesick. After all these years.

If..

..the least you expect of yourself is to keep the couple of people who actually truly love you happy, and you fail at that, then..

So we children

at home try to catch up every now and then right?

Here's today's bit. I stop on my way upstairs to talk to malli who seem to be struggling with his composition or something. And he tells me the following story.

He's driving down duplication road , in heavy traffic after classes. having had nothing to eat for the whole day, he is tired and irritated. suddenly, TNL starts to play some good music ( OMG, how did THAT happen ! ) and at the same time he remembers the breakfast I personally packed him. wasn't very happy at the time , if I remember correctly. I hate breakfast. So he is sitting in traffic, eating a bit of bread, head banging , air drumming, doing weird dance bits and all that. Suddenly, he gets the feeling as if he is being stared at. two chicks. ( "ahmm! chicks????") in the car next to his. ( a sympathetic 'hahahahaha' from me at this point ) One raises her right eyebrow.

He smiles. nods. and shifts in to a blank expression.

Here's his take of the moral of the story.

The shutters need to be tinted.