Will be spent at the only place I really think of when I say home. With my parents and sister in Delhi. Pickle and me. Feeding the baardies outside. Maasi is learning to play the guitar so we can't wait for our first concert where nani will join in with her harmonium, nana will roll his tongue as he does when he is happy and jump in with his tabla and then nani will start singing lodly, so loudly that you will be able to hear it from a few storeys below. And Pickle will keep dancing in circles like he does till he nearly bangs on a few walls and drops down dizzily.
Endless cups of chai, attempts at sudoku, oblivion to the world or weather outside, the best dal-chawal in the world, chatter, me with my taking pictures of feet.
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