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The King of Good Times

A much delayed post. But it could not be helped. To write anything, even a post, one needs to be in the right mood, have time ones hands, finally have access to an internet connection, working personal computer etc not necessarily in that order.
A little over a month back, I had the opportunity to go to Goa. Home sweet home, there is no place like home etc etc all those sentences came flooding back to me as i sat in the plane from Delhi to Goa. The occasion was Diwali and all the family, my family that is, was coming together. That included my brother, mom and dad, my in laws, my sister in law and my wife.

It was wonderful to have the family all together. Makes one realize exactly what and how much one misses when staying alone. 

To count the material stuff; well good fresh fish for one, I stuffed myself literally, home made food, having beer or drinks, the beach, the warm humid climate etc. Bliss!

But it was the non material or qualitative stuff that mattered the most and left the more lasting impression. Diwali sweets, home cooked food, sleeping in your old bed, surroundings familiar since the past 15 years, catching up with old friends, driving on roads so familiar that you have the speed breaker locations and curves down pat and the thrill to find them the same,exploring new developments in town, visiting old haunts, spending time over a few drinks with dad and my brother and so on and so forth. It was fun, rejuvenating, welcome after months in an alien environment. Sure the Paharis in Himachal and Uttarakhand as well as the Punjabis in Chandigarh have been good to me in general, and I am now somewhat comfortable in the glam oriented, paratha and thick gravy dominated, status driven, homely society here, but nothing beats home..

I got to meet and know my in laws a wee bit more, I find my father in law's enthusiasm for knowledge addictive, I learn somthing new every time I meet him. my mother in law and mom conspiring together of how to pamper us kids next, chilling with the younger siblings and a few quiet moments with the wife. Catching up with dad, demanding favorite recipes of mom.

Thats what I would call the king of good times.

Here's to more such escapes to good times with the family and more such kings of good times.
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