After almost 3 months I am finally going back to my parents' home for a long weekend. I've been craving for Amma's hugs and cuddles, Appa's horribly stereotypical "dad" jokes, family prayer times, singing, meal times, Rengi Akka's (our maid for years) rasam and rice, Amma's beef samosas, (slurp!), her chocolate cake, the neighbour kids incessant chatter, smiles all around, hearing "Paapa eppa ma vandhe?" from the hospital workers, Amma moaning about my hair loss, Appa's worry that im not making a conscious effort to stop slouching,.... hmm... I love the way my parents adore Ashwin (my husband). And though I make loud protests that they have forgotten their only daughter after he came in, secretly, I am thrilled! I love that look on my mother's face when she wants to baby him, but cant thanks to "What will people think"....
I love going back home! and now I have only 4 days more to go!!!!