First things first...Hi all from Delhi land....I'm sitting here in the Air India Lounge at 4:16 in the morning waiting for my delayed flight....the stories I have to tell!
Anyways, I was hesitant to go back to mumbai, because it had been a while and i was well settled in akron town...cricket season was coming soon....my latest love had just been in an accident...which is now doing fine even though i sit in india, thanks to pankaj....and work was coming along. So why would i want to leave town....and get out of the groove?
I landed in mumbai and found my mom, ma buddy ashu and his sister waiting for me....right then....i thought damn....somethings not right....my sister, you see my sister has always been around me like a protective blanket, especially since i left for the states...she would always pick me up, drop me off, tell me to pick this up, shop here, party there...but she was gone, living in dubai with her hubby....she wasnt home...waiting for me to come back...thats when my doubts grew stronger. And with each passing minute at 'home,' which is now totally remodelled, i felt not at home. Every one was busy with my cousins wedding and so we practised dances late into the night....and everytime i had time to myself i wondered...who the f... am i? is this my home? these are my people right?
Two days later i got my answer....my niece, my baby, darling little girl called simran...i named her by the way...and i was 15 years old when my cousin brother agreed to name her simran...so i almost feel like shes mine in every which way...and she is in love with me...she calls me her boyfriend....this little girl....9 years old....welcomed me to her 'new house' and gave me this little blue envelope...i opened it up and there was this white paper inside...she wrote
"Dear Chachu, Was Missing You...Said you would come back in december...Love Simran"
I was five months late but, I knew I was home!