To go or not to go...

....that is the question. Going home for Chaturthi was an undisputed thing till we realized that we may not get the return tickets. I've reminded myself so many times that I've got to be more alert towards these 'mundane' things to avoid fights with P and this time I had taken immense pride in booking onward tickets well in advance. But I forgot to tell Pappa until Tuesday to book the return tickets and here I'm getting the stick all over again....P keeps saying that I'm only responsible towards job and nothing else. When will I prove him wrong?

I want to see the kid badly. It's been more than a month now and it's very painful when he keeps asking me over the phone when I would come. I've been telling him this weekend and now....

I want to go somewhere, away from all these headaches and spend an idle time for a week at least. It's been such a long time since I went anywhere out, really. I would prefer to be alone - I don't think I was made to be a social animal anyway, but I wouldn't mind the kid I suppose. Last time around, he and I went to my old house and to my childhood stream nearby. To my suprise and contrary to his usual loud self, he was very quiet and wanted to stay in the middle of water forever. We just stayed there silent, with an occasional question from him about some leaf or flower or a fish around, and it was lovely. Next time, I'll make him sit on our old rocky seat, dangling his legs in water so that he too enjoy the fish-bites....