Happy 38
He would’ve been 38 today. He would have loved to see the pandemic on which he would actually have so much to say. But as unpredictable as he has always been, he’s not around for any of these. He visited me in a dream last night though. He was wearing a formal shirt with jeans and sports shoes. The shirt untucked just as how he always wore them, but somehow he was looking very fit. Almost like the way he looked back in school. We were joined by Munda and standing outside a small Tapri about to order a drink. What we got was that small glass in which you normally get cutting chai, but this had some local alcohol which was putting me off even by its smell. I didn’t feel like drinking it at all and thought Bala should not be drinking it either. But somehow I didn’t get myself to say anything to him. He seemed to know what he was doing and what importantly I believe people should make their own decisions. However, the irony was that I couldn’t decide to...