IMG_20140915_212941Sometimes I do not understand how fate is written. Here is my cousin, calling me off to my uncle’s home. A kid, of 12 years of age, can understand that I am in agony. But my father of 57 cannot. I stare at him helplessly. I barely mutter, “I ‘ll have to stay brother. I ‘ll see you in the morning”. I express my helplessness as If I am conveying, that it is my fate and I shall have to bear it. I just cant turn my back from it.