I only write when i'm bluesy.this persuasion comes from melancholy. it breeds thoughts from mindless thinking. it draws light on hidden feelings. it brings clarity to meaningless existence. it's saraswati puja and i wonder whether my family is still sitting around the goddess chatting incessantly, whether flowers were offered at the end of anjali, whether the cooks are rustling up that delicious bhog i used to hog on, whether there will be music, song and dance in the evening. i am restless at the moment. i miss home. the physicality of being there. i know i can experience it all in my imagination but that is never enough. tangible presence is what i need now.u hear me.