The day before pongal I made my journey to home. It was around 10 PM when the bus was about to start.
Bus was moving smooth. I closed my eyes. But, eyes didnt dive into sleep. Eyes were refusing to sleep. I looked outside through the windows. It might be a full-moon day. It was bright like anything.
Morning I reached home by 8.30. I went to all my cousin's home.
I explained my mp3 player to my dad and made it to play 'Thiruvasagam' for him.
My sithi's kids were willing to play 'Suttum vizhi sudare'. And many more Rahman songs.
Then, we all together tried some 'Sugar gan's.
We spent some time with T.V.
At an evening time, I took the kids to temples by walk, that were far away from home.
They live so happily. I want to live like the one!
Why dont we?
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