. In March of 2001, I had returned home after almost a year. I did that every March, run away from everything and come back to nothing. And as I say that, I do not want to imply falsely that my hometown was nothing. Oh it was this funny little town, which if one closely looked at was infact a story book with many stories that leave you happy. A friend once told me that writing happy stories is a difficult task, because the reader always remembers the sad ones. Maybe that's why I forgot all those stories. And returning back mostly felt like reading a new book, and sometimes like reading the old ones again .
For instance, on of the early mornings when I opened the door for the milkman, Binu Dada, the increment in the diameter of his belly (which happened unfailingly every year), did feel like an old story. But him handing me a paper, a letter, and saying someone gave it to him to give it to the person who will open the door of the third house on the street, was definitely a new book . 'Search for the red car beneath the tree with yellow leaves. Meet me there. '
Now in a funny little town, I was a funny young girl with a funny little letter. I knew where the tree was, I knew not who the letter was from. Before I could ask more about it, Binu Dada was gone, had pedalled away on his bicycle that made a funny screeching sound. I came to the kitchen, put the milk in the refrigerator, squished the paper and threw it in the dustbin. I was a funny young girl like that .
In the March of 2018, I was home again. Didi and jijaji were too there, in the funny little town. Jijaji woke up as early as I did, and sat on the verandah reading the paper. Binu Dada's son came to the house every morning, and I came to the door to find that he wasn't as round as his father. He was a new story, I didn't know how to read it. He never talked, never smiled, did his job and pedalled away on his bicycle. The funny screeching sound was there, I heaved a sigh of relief. (...continued in comments)
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