It's been three months since dad (metaphorically) picked me up from my sick-bed in Shalom and flew me across the gangetic plain to our new home in Calcutta. A lot has changed in three months; we were all new to Calcutta, half-scared, with me being sick and all, everything was so alien then. In three months, we've sorta settled down here, in our new place; mom's hindi is getting better, and David (my brother) has come over to flavor the home with some much needed wit and slapstick.
Three months, and I have lost a lot of weight (there wasn't much to lose in the beginning anyway) I've grown a beard, and I've read a quite a few books. I've changed to the Dvorak keyboard layout, for no reason other than to alleviate boredom, and am slowly getting better at it.
But what I cherish the most of the three months is the support from my family that I've taken for granted. Staying at home all the time, with the inability to do anything productive could make an average person quite irritable. Mom and Dad, silently bearing my sarcasm and blank stares cared for me with love I've always taken for granted. David, with his concern for my health and well-being is also appreciated, though most of the time I push him away.
And of course, there are friends, who call, email, skype and chat to cheer me up. Thank you so much.
Well, it isn't supposed to be a thank you speech, but I really owe all of you a big one.
Obviously, I'm still not completely well, so I still need your support and prayers!
4 comments:
Samu...... the beard!!! hahahahahahahahahh!!!!!! love the beard!!
It sounds like you're creating problems yourself by trying to solve this issue instead of looking at why their is a problem in the first place.
Rather useful phrase
Thanks zoo :) hope christmas was great at jnu
hey anon... Am not able to grasp what you're trying to say... though the phrase sounds vaguely relevant.
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