Mom and papa finally flew away to Goa, today.
Yesterday I felt a tinge of sadness. We have been through the goodbye grind many times. Yet, we never say really goodbye. Just a ‘talk to you in one hour’s time’. It’s been like this since 1992, when I first left home.
Other than that, the roomie is moving out cause her dad (who’s in the army) is now rellocating to Mumbai. Yet another grind begins.
Suddenly, home seems empty. Yet for a change it is very serene. And mom leaves behind what can only be described as a mother’s touch. Food in the fridge (fried fish and coconut curry), and a sqeaky clean room.
