Thursday, July 10, 2008

Dad calls

I was happy to see Dad put on some weight. With a cool short shirt that my mom got from Mumbai, and the Ray Bans I had gifted, he looked cool and closer to his former self.

Dad told me that as a kid they lived some where close to Sukkhar in Pakistan. When a canal was created to divert the Sindhu river, their village was immersed thus they had to move away. There was a daily loaf of mutton ‘thrown’ into their house as we get newspapers now. Most of their ‘collection’ went to the government treasure in return of which they got monthly ration of wheat, rice and Dal. Rest they had to grow themselves. He said that he was sure that if he explained to me I‘d be able to draw the house they lived in. I regret that we never got on to do that. But what he tells me that the house had a very thick wall surrounding it. will write more when i meet him on this visit to India.