This is my third visit home in a span of a month or two I think. These efforts need to yield results, either this way or that. Keeping my fingers crossed for either of the two.
Tonight I am sitting here in the living room waiting for my parents to be back from a dinner party. I feel like the adult here, a wait for my children to be back on time from their social callings. It was a dinner I pleaded to go to but dad decided against it. He did make me drop him till the venue after which I headed home for my brother to take over his day old chauffeur duties. All I could manage was a quick peek at the brightly lit chandeliers hanging down the ceiling.
A week from now I will be wearing the thinnest clothes I have in my damp wardrobe and lying in my already meticulously described hostel room. But for now I am wrapped in a shawl, a sweater on top, with the television on and the laptop for company.
I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world :)
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