Some Good Family Time

when you are away and when you terribly miss mom made food, all you can do is to pray that your holy fucking exams to get over and i could just do that.. my last paper was on 25th jan and all i wanted to do was to give the blue book back and run home.. wow.. it felt good.. getting in the bus and reaching home the next morning..

and when the day you reach home is a public holiday, the joy doubles..all your relatives at home and all your favorite food, talking to everyone.. making mom cook what ever you like it felt great.

the climate here at kannur, has become unbearable. its killing hot, nope, burning hot, baking hot to be precise.. well, i had to visit all relatives and the first 3 days, it went awesome.. commuting around 200-250 kms in 2 days, with out any rest, i sure did take something out of me.

but then, i have restricted myself to be at home, and when your parents are working and when you have an school going brother, being at home makes no big difference.. but again, feeding on what you like all day long, doing nothing, feels great..

but very well, i wanted to be home form 29rd jan to 5th feb.. festival at the temple here.. its the grand one, and you would want to miss the fests, the celebrations and some dabba food and ofcourse the girls, pretty girls, dressed in all good clothes, a visual treat..

playing with your little cousins is fun, and well, my little cousin has made some new friends this time, all she wants now is to take my mob and dial all numbers..

it feels good when your family treats you as an adult, when they ask you when decisions are to be made.. this time around, yes, i did feel good and better, i have become a lot of a family child than i ever was, and i seem to have developed a serious view towards my life.

there is these two people who have given up all their joys to keep their little ones happy, and provide them with all comforts. i realize it now. and well, i am glad and happy to have blessed with all these comforts, and would do all what it takes to hold the family close, for ever.


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പക്ഷേ, അറിഞ്ഞില്ല ഞാന്‍ അന്ന്‌, ആ ഗന്ധം,
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an old post, dated june 2009.. found it missing here.. from another deleted blog :)


Get out of here. You are no more my son..
Please daddy.. don’t leave me alone ..
Daddy its cold, its dark..
Daddy, am afraid..
Get lost you thief..
Don’t ever come back to my house.. you aren’t my blood..
A minute later,

There he lay, a metal piece breaking apart his heart.

All he did was to take one bread from the table when his drunkard dad was away.
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