Amit was coming home after 2 years. As much as he fell in love with the seasons of that foreign land twice over, he missed those seasons he grew up in.
He reached home early in the morning. The breakfast along with family was blissful, the one he longed for while gulping down the toasted bread and the bottled juice. Promising his mom to be back for dinner, he called up a dear old friend and went out for lunch. It was a restaurant they frequented during their college days. The waiter came asking for starters and his friend told him "It has been a while since you bought me spring rolls" J.
The family was having evening tea in the balcony, their favourite place in the house. Breaking in to laughter, Amit and his sister sat on the old swing at the same time else one side of it will go off balance. It was something that both of them did right from their schooldays. She said "No one else gets it right!"J. His mom told "Remember, how we used to go and buy groceries when your dad was away? And the evening walks we used to go on when you came back from college?".Both of them smiled in fond remembrance.
Amit`s girl friend, Ashima was performing a play in the nearby theatre. He reached there just when the show was about to begin. Calling one of the boys in the supporting cast, he sent across his wishes and a bouquet.
The vacation got over in a blink and it was time to go. While packing his bags, his father told him "Amit, your wallet didn`t have change. I have kept some". J
Hearing the cab honking outside, he touched his grandmother`s feet. Cupping his face, she told him "Don`t send me money order on New year. It is not the post man whom I want to see" J
As the cab approached the airport, his cell phone beeped. It was Ashima`s message."The hall would have looked empty, had you not come." J
