the monsoons are here atlast, or so we comfort ourselves. nothing fullblown like last year, but it's wet and drizzling most of the time. dad's happy with that bit; he was starting to get worried about the 7 hour powercuts that my sibling was having to put up with.
it's strange how parents never seem to stop worrying about their offspring. the sibling is all of 33 years old (well almost!) and dad still frets over him and me as though we were still the school kids prancing around the garden, playing gulley cricket and head-ball (my brother's innovation, haha) or sometimes on rainy afternoons, bus-bus (strange little game where he would be the bus conductor and me the passenger) :D perhaps dad now feels, subconsciously, that he needs to do double the worrying (mom's share too).
i don't suffer from bouts of nostalgia anymore... or if i do, i am certainly not aware of it at a very conscious level. thank god for small mercies... it doesn't serve much purpose to reminisce about a homestead that now exists only in one's memories, and of a time that can never ever come back!
i am kind of looking forward to this weekend, but i do have gigantic butterflies in my stomach too. i hope it all goes well... wish me luck, someone :)
