Rishi and I went out yesterday. Shopped and walked like that after more than a year. Such times are going to be rare now. The possibility that he will leave the house soon is hanging in the air now.
It's common to see Puneeth Rajkumar's cutouts in Bangalore and it's equally common to see obituaries hanging in the streets. Now both have merged and it's taking time to digest that.
It's Dasara and most people in the office are in festive mood. Pooja, shopping... And I feel like a pest, calling them on their phones and trying to get updates from them, detached from all the celebrations. But tomorrow is another day.
P says I'm ageing backwards, in more than one ways. Some of that is flattery, some of it backhanded compliment but it's also true in some ways. I have summoned more energy in the past few months than I ever have but I wish I could rub it off on P too. When you slog alone day in and out, there are odd times when you feel taken advantage of.
D's mother passed away yesterday. He'd written about her once and there was pride in it. Must be hurting badly now. For some reason, I was thinking of his parents yesterday. Now it's a strange thing, not to be able to say more than a sentence to him yet wanting to say so much and at home carry on as if nothing has happened.
Right now thinking of his father.
