The year started off with an emergency call from home and I spent the midnight of the last decade worrying about Dad's health, rubbished my fears and finally dozed off at around 3 am only to be woken up by the Taxi guy at 430. Weirdly, when I reached home, I wasn't as freaked out and scared as I expected myself to be, probably I braced myself up too much.
A week later, I am a changed guy. One who's been shown a glimpse of his future and has been starkly reminded of his responsibilities. I don't want to shun it, but I am not sure if I can handle it, or if I'm even supposed to.
One week in Delhi and I've again been reminded why I like Delhi. Sadly, only three months remain.
Two different weeks, Two different lives, Two Extremes. The future, the present, intertwined by the past.
