It has been raining since last night; the raindrops making more of a racket than I have heard in the last one year. The leaves on the trees in the garden are washed a dark green, the driveway littered with flowers, leaves and twigs, the four new-found kittens huddled in a cosy box with Kali keeping guard, the smell of onions and garlic being fried in the kitchen sting my nose twice a day, the internet connection keeps flickering, the table fan whirrs by my side while I sit at a mahogany table, the years of school and college safely kept within the closed doors of a wooden cupboard behind me...



I am home.