Life can be so comfiting, never tought in these troubled times. Mom n dad came over to Ranchi for celebrating the new year with me.
All the cloistered comforts of a HOME revisited me today. Breakfast, lunch, all served with grand traces of Victorain morality. Enjoyed the day. I thoroughly enjoyed the company of Mummy n daddy. As I pen down my elations, I m also forced to think of a past when I wanted to be as free as a bird. As a student, I spent Sundays confined to the order and discipline of home, felt incarcerated. Wanted to break free, wanted to free myself from the ghostly orderd life, always considered myself to be another rastafarian in making. But now when I m free n on my own, I want to relive those moments of incarceration, want to be intrexicably intertwined to the order and disscipline of life, which i always hated as a youth,,,
will resume later