Hey You !

Are you going away with no word of  farewell ? Will there be not a trace left behind....? Hope the drive is smooth and the highway to your liking. I will always remember the drives with you -the fast ones and the slow ones . The best ones and the worst ones - the first one and the last one , where you still overtook the car in which I was traveling . And there is no tribute , because I do not know how to say goodbye to a person who occupied 3/4th of my life .......

Some days are ominous and despite my pep-me ups and Bhaskar's goading I just go back to the theory of  "opoyoa" !!! Bhaskar kept telling me about a single pup that became  a plaything among the group of strays that are a part of our street. A single stray pup is strange - cos usually there is a litter. Bhaskar would tell me how playful that pup is and how frisky it is . I happened to chance upon it for the first time last night on my way back- and even at 11.00 clock it was surrounded by it's surrogate family and kept playing with the mom which kind of bit it lovingly. I clicked a few pics with the mobile  camera whose battery was on it's way out - promising myself to be back for more. Baba of late is not well and nights are tedious with him being restless and delirious. I woke up to a morning that had the care giver complain and crib about Baba troubling her. Not an easy day and not an easy night and I just went to the balcony to tell my driver that I shal...

Coming home after a month is always a mixed feeling - I miss my freedom  to do what I please and go where I want to go, yet I know I cannot turn my back to all that I am responsible for. Ah !My life of a solitary pigeon ..... The sea beach with its vibrant life had suddenly made me miss Chibu. He was supposed to join us - but couldn't ! Whenever  I would complain that Bhaskar is being boring and it would have been so much fun if he was there, his refrain was an "eitto...next time"! This pigeon reminded me of the time when we would take him to the park above Pallika Market in Delhi and he, all of 2+ in a bright blue parka  would chase them and feel happy to see them fly away- this was a ritual and he called the pigeons "guguroo" and the place "guguroo tarabar jayega"! Mothers are a strange species , remembers strange episodes at strange places..... To solitude and freedom - amen!