After numerous attempts to convince myself that you were truly busy, I finally broke down. For the last two weeks, I seem to wake up at around the same time each night, 2.20 am, and have a hard time going back to sleep because I'm thinking of you. I wonder what it is that I said or did that probably upset you so much. So many attempts to reach you, through Amma, messages left on WhatsApp that have been unanswered. I really find it hard to believe that you couldn't find the few seconds to type back saying "I miss you too, old man" or make a call and say "How are you, uncle?" Varun keeps asking me why I look so lost and sad. I don't know what I did. It troubles me each day when my daughter doesn't respond. Tears flow freely and I'm having a hard time watching the screen as I type. Did I do something wrong? I don't know what it is to be like, "not to care". While people go around their daily routine of making money, running behi...
Random musings of a lonely soul