WALKING ON THE CLOUDS
M y colony friend, Vijay, had migrated to Bangaluru to take up a new job assignment starting from 1 st of this month. Since his four-year-old son Shiva’s academic year is yet to end, Vijay’s wife and son would be joining him after the completion of this school-year. While leaving for my Tai Chi class, this morning, I was delighted to see Vijay on his motor bike, with Shiva proudly sitting in front of his dad. It was Vijay’s first home-coming since his migration to Bangaluru… “So Shiva, daddy has come… You are happy?” I ran my hand over little-fellow’s head. The little head nodded with a huge blush on the face… The daddy and the son were on their way for a hair-cut… I placed myself behind Vijay on the motor bike… When I reached Tai Chi class, I was happy to see Kannan almost after 2-3 weeks. I knew that he was busy with his son’s migration to Australia to do Masters. Thus, I asked, “Kannan sir, son has gone?” “Yes, he has gone,” Kannan replied. “Mis...