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.