Sanctuary

It’s been long since I left home. 8 years now. I have been traveling. That’s how I advertise it. I think I should stop (not advertising, which is also my profession by the way). I’ve had enough, traveling. Nothing new. They are all the same. No matter how much I hate the institution, it’s always great to be going home, mom-dad’s home, do some thing for them, nothing exorbitant but like cook for them. Cook whatever I’ve learnt over the years. Make a drink for Dad and ask him, hey…have you tried whiskey with apple juice? I know it’s not his taste but I want him young. I am sure he’ll say no and I’ll anyways make him one. Dad, feeling and getting old is the worst sight I can picture. Mom’s stable, in fact she is the brighter side of the family. Surprising how mother’s still have a sense of humour, are laid back, and still in-charge. Dads have given up by this age. Haven’t they?

Bros coming down too. So I’ve thought of giving him some gyan about how things are and how they need to be dealt with (things: life). May be he’ll give me some gyan, his way, like he always does. That’s how Christmas is going to be. Its going to be a regular Christmas but after a long long time. Two years, but it sure seems like a very long time.

Merry Christmas!!!

Rest In Peace