That familiar honk of the car at the familiar time of the evening marks the arrival of daddy and sister or me run to open the door to "Yaaru Beku?" to mock him. That familiar time of the morning when he leaves for office to sit in the car while mom gets ready, and sister or me goes "Daddy! Change the trousers. NO contrast." We have grown up being associated with this organization and it is strangely beautiful that most of them are like family friends even though we meet them infrequently. Those games and celebrations on Independence and Republic day at the office, those picnics, those cultural programs to most of which mom used to sing for invocation- it was all an integral part of our lives. And Bam. Suddenly time flies and it is time for superannuation. It has still not sunk in that coming Monday, daddy need not / will not / should not go to the office. I mean why? How time flew so soon? Not fair. I had a call with sister be
A true blue Bangalorean blogging her experiences/opinions now and then with a dash of humor here and there! Oh, and there is a good amount of drama - 'blah', 'tear','masala' !