b'bye baba
baba has gone back home!
the house is quite lonely. the television stands muted in a corner. no more loud newscasts, late night cricketing, footballing.
tomorrow morning will happen. i will fetch the newspaper, make my morning tea. have a lonely breakfast, and lock the house on my way to work. i might not feel like coming home early.
as i lie on my bed, waiting for sleep, i wont have the luxury of conversations, of opinions aired.
my toothbrush sits all alone in the mug, with pa's brush gone, it might get a little sad.