I will be moving Insha’Allah (if so God wills) tomorrow on way back to Houston. My son arrived last evening. He came at the right time for Iftar (to break his fast). It’s Ramadan, and we are fasting from Fajr to Maghreb. In between bouts of packing, I managed to make Chat, Pakoras, Mint Chutney, Kung Pao and baked chicken pieces for him. He kept on saying that he was having a home cooked meal after three months. I wish he wasn’t going through this rough period in his life, but we are helpless against fate.
My home will be empty, and I will move on. At the moment I am having a heartbreak. It’s not easy to say good bye to one’s home. It has been my home for three months. I never realized that my stay here will be so short. One never knows what the future holds. When I moved here, I thought I will be staying here till the day I die.
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