As I leaned back on my chair seated on the patio,

Screwing back the time machine, and living life yet again ..

Walking the beach as the sun sets on the west Daddy teaching me to say clock tower from TV tower, and I cleverly mess up once again Building castles in the sand .. Drilling tunnel with the hand .. Molaga bajji that was so spicy .. Pataani Sundal mom would get me .. Sling between my mom and dad bringing my meagre weight up down on them.. hating to go back to the Math homework, I would have to do, yet longing to show the 10/10 to the family .... I would walk away..

wrrrrrrrrr.... the cooker whistle goes ....
Dal is cooked and Sambar is waiting to be made..

:)