An empty home

There are so many posts floating about in my head, waiting to be published.. But thanks to my self-imposed rule of not surfing from home or at least keep it to the bare minimum and work being crazy busy, its hard to find the time to blog.

We enter a new era from today. An era of us staying alone with K and us working. K is nearly 21 months but we have been incredibly lucky to have had family support at home all along. Except for a short duration when we were on our own when I was on maternity leave.

My parents left on Saturday morning after staying with us for nearly six months. I miss them really badly. The house feels so big, empty, desolate. I put on a fairly brave face at the airport and did not cry bucket-loads. I did cry a bit, but in my books that was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside.

We took K along to the airport and she loved it. The vast, open spaces in the new terminal 5 (which I have to say, I liked a lott), almost empty with everything shiny, modern and new. K was fascinated by an installation in the shape of a circle, which had a concave mirror in it. She loved watching the funny, distorted images of herself in that and generally running all over. In hindsight taking her along was a good idea. She got a chance to say goodbye to them and now doesnt search or look around the house for them. She just points to the door when we ask her about thatha and paati. K smiled and waved to them, and my mother was a sight – all of 4′ 10″, craning her neck, standing on tiptoes, teary-eyed waving back.

R suggested and insisted that we go to Wembley to cheer me up. With chaat. Paani puri which can work wonders on me. My parents leaving this time was extra hard, because i dont know when I will see them next. All the other times, they had a return date fixed, so it was easy to cope.

Har mulaqaat ka anjaam judaai kyu hai ??….

(am not going to try and translate that because it so loses its charm in English)

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