They came in groups… gulped down the tales of life I spinned... of living in the capital of our country...of the girls who seemed to move straight out of the hep soaps telecasted in the newly introduced cable TV channel, of the clothes they wear otherwise unimaginable in that small town of ours. They listened to me wide eyed over cups of tea my mother served grumbling.
Years later, when I go home… they do not visit me in groups. One stray phone, one or two visits…the mother in law saga, kids’ achievement, comparison of two and three bedroom abodes, emi's, cars…and sometimes lost ‘ friendship’ waves from distance.
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