Just a day to go before I get into the Sampark Kranti Express onward to Delhi and work.
The last ten days got over in minutes as a sense of paralysis sets in the moment one is at home. It is like a prisoner coming home on paroll. Of course now Delhi and life is less like prison.
Just that time is running out.
Papa is writing away and I have to get his verses published. Either on a blog or through some willing publisher.
Its in Malayalam. Lets see what happens.
