the never end

i've always been rather distant from my family (heartwise). although i do now understand the meaning of "family background."

i come home to colaba every fortnight. i'd always walk into grandma's room and say "hey grandma." then she would ask me if i am fine, and if i'm liking my job. and how my friends are. i always answered in monosyllables, never giving her more than maybe one or two minutes of my time.

still no one occupies that room, grandma's room. and now when i enter. i still silently say, hi grandma. she's still here i feel. in our lives.

bad moon rising

i now feel like a criminal when I even check email in office.