Here comes
the day at home, at my native place. In fact, the visit home this month got
much delayed than anticipated. The journey was relaxed. This time there was no
hurry to catch the train, nor any sweating at the heat. We, my Mom and I, took
breaks between the journey, halting at places we felt and eating what we want.
We were also lucky to get the recently introduced low-floor bus. The unexpected
entry into the air-conditioned bus in summer was heavenly.
Sitting opposite
to our seat was a man with his mother. Similar to us, the man was also visiting
home after a gap. The mother kept describing the recent developments at home
and in the neighborhood. He seems to be inquisitive, inquiring about the
people. After a while, they got down at a place. Again, my Mom and I were left
alone. She fell asleep soon, whereas I delved deep into the book ‘The
Underground Girls of Kabul’ by an investigative journalist Jenny Nordberg. The
story is about the girls disguised as boys in Kabul.
Two boys
soon got into the bus and sat opposite to us. They are chasing after some loans
and were busy discussing the interest rates of banks. I liked the shirt one of
them were wearing and imagined how it will be if I could get a dress in the
similar design. The guys must have thought I am overhearing them. They soon
shifted their seats to another place.
The journey
ended much early. The summer at my native place makes me think I shouldn’t have
booked my return ticket so late. On the way back, we have two people
accompanying us – my sister and one-year-old niece.
April is
going to be a month filled with her play and laughter. My mother and I are
prepared for her visit that we have bought few toys and shifted things from the
floor to the shelves on the wall. We are sure my niece is going to bring in
more laughter and noise to our silent abode. I am equally concerned about my
house getting dirty due to her naughty acts. With all the excitement, worry, and
anxieties, we are set to celebrate days together for a month.
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