Our house seemed empty. Satya and Suman had shifted to a new place near Marathahalli. Santosh’s work hours were very odd. Mantu had already left for Pune.
The only ones inhabiting Rakesh Nilayam after work hours were Mani and yours truly. Therein lied his excruciating. I remained aloof in my own world and Mani’s innumerable attempts at dragging me into an interesting conversation almost always failed. The ones that didn’t were short lived.
Now that Mantu is back, Mani is visibly relieved for having someone to keep himself verbally engaged. The dreadful silence is finally defeated.
Satya and Suman are staying with us today and tomorrow. We had mutton for dinner. Santosh contributed Sprite.
As I type this post, Mantu’s reciting an anecdote to his friends in the next room. There’s laughter ringing.