Anticipation…

Its been a little over 3 months. 3 months since I went home. I did go once in between but the anticipation was mising then. Let me explain anticipation to you my friend. Anticipation begins with the excitement to book a train ticket, the ticket where the destination station is ERNAKULAM JUNCTION. A nano second of sheer ecstacy when I see that berths are available on this train. Anticipation is eating the rotten hotel food gleefully, beaming with the realisation that Amma’s gonna cook for me in the coming days. Anticipation is listening to those damned boring office lectures with a glint in the corner of my eye knowing that Acha’s waiting to have some amazing conversations with me. Anticipation is looking out at the monsoons beating down on a construction site, but seeing only the array of palm trees in the background…smiling…thinking that this is the only thing I’ll be getting to see for the next couple of days. Anticipation is…feeling restless while simply writing about it. …Can’t wait to get home!