Sundays are unbearable... I used to call Ma every Sunday... we would chat for long about this and that ... she would bring me up to date about news at the Guwahati end, I would tell her about what we had done in the past week, I would ask her how she was, what she was busy with... sometimes she would tell me, sometimes she would say she had no time... whatever it was this weekly phone call had become a fixed ritual... and I had not realised that to perform that ritual every Sunday was so important for me till now when I don't have to call her anymore...never knew that the fact that there was no one in India waiting for me to call on Sunday would be so hard to bear...
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