Ha ha, you know? They make a big film about a long journey home, and here I am thinking of my father driving his taxi back from Shillong in the evening rain. The headlights on the wet road, counting the hours until he reaches. Every journey is someone's odyssey, isn't it? But the real story is the quiet arrival, the sound of the door closing, the kettle going on for tea.
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