I've not been on the best terms with my family recently. Yet, when they left today, the house felt quiet. Empty.
My brother and mom have been here the past few days. They left, because they had to some time, of course. They have their own lives to live.
But an empty house is eerily quiet. 'Kaatne ko daudta hai' - as they say. It's not like we were doing anything special while they were here. But there was constant activity. Someone's taking a bath, someone's cooking, someone's on the phone, someone's napping.
Family makes a home.
But here I am. In the empty four walls again. Chasing a lizard out. And wondering what introverts like about this silence. Thank God it's summer, atleast there's the sound of a fan or something. Winters are deadly.
It'll be a new day tomorrow. The maid will come at 8.30. That'll be something I suppose.
