The meals get “FISH”ier and “fish”ier each day. Hehe! I am not complaining about food at all. In Calcutta if one is a foodie there is very little one can grumble about. Though I miss M dreadfully. Two years of hanging out at least twice a week and going for all those holi-holidays that we did and suddenly it is just phone calls that feel so inadequate. The last month or so she was home almost every day. How can I not mention J? Yet again phone calls are just toooo impersonal when for an entire year and half it was just calling each other from one cubicle to the other and the chai breaks and the chaat breaks in the canteen and J’s constant agony that the boys cannot be seen hanging out with me all the time. Haha! I never gave a flying fuck. I argued with them, I threw tantrums, I fought, I cried, I would grumble every second day but then we would forget all our tiny little grievances against each other and make up ever so fast and we were a happy family once again. We came to work together, we got out of work together, took the Metro home together, spent at least half an hour in the market doing absolutely nothing but eating gol gappas and momos every day and now there are these empty taxi rides back home when it is just me looking out at the sunset sky. What I don’t miss is coming back home to an empty house! Mommy is ever present with the mad maids who are forever in some squabble or the other with a dash of my sister whose home during weekends with her mad bunch. Home is noisy but I also remember a time when it was noisier with Dad around. When I think of that then life does seem a little more silent now. But we won’t dwell on that. We shall dwell on happier things. Cheers to that.